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" It just goes to prove that anyone can enjoy a Christmas miracle, so long as they shoot the right person."

Which, in this case, should have been the screenwriter and the producer.

Harry Dean Stanton, the Angel of the Not-Quite-Dead, I can forgive. :)

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"Seraphic Spongiform Encephalopathy" has made my holiday. Yes, this is one of those standout incredibly depressing Christmas movies. The Yule Log for six hours straight would be a better choice.

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Agreed! Hell, if "A Christmas Carol" ended with the Ghost of Christmas Yet to Come just shoving Scrooge into the open grave with its bony hand and leaving him there to rot, it'd be less depressing than THIS slab of trichinosis-riddled Canadian bacon.

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Well, now I understand why there’s a war on Christmas. In fact, this movie explains a lot about Sean Hannity.

Nice commentary. I hope that you’ve recovered.

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Thanks, Cheryl. This one has actually been loitering in my consciousness, like the worst kind of earworm, but I’ve started a new bad movie so that oughta push it out.

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Better an earworm than a brain worm.

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I dunno, Cheryl...Have you *heard* The Night Chicago Died?

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<<she agrees that as soon as her deadbeat husband gets a job, then he can perch his spawn on some stranger’s rented lap for two minutes>>

I sense a sequel: One Magic Lapdance

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<<shabby overcoat, unshaven face, and sunken, bloodshot eyes, is a Christmas angel>>

Didn't Art Carney do this in the Twilight Zone?

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He did, and without the omnipresent sense of doom and child endangerment.

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