there’s no doubt about it, bad santa has more in common with leaving las vegas than miracle on 34th street. and for what must be some deeply twisted reasons, i’ll admit that i laughed out loud through most of the movie, despite the fact that about two-thirds of the way through it starts to get the feel of those saturday night live skits that drags out just a little too long.

you’ve got to hand it go billy bob thorton – it takes some kind of magic to get a theatre full of patrons to laugh at a degenerate santa drinking himself to death while abusing everyone within earshot.