Well, it was inevitable once Hollywood discovered that Kurt Russell could grow some righteous-ass facial hair that he would be cast as one of the most iconic bearded men in the history of pop culture: St. Nicholas himself, Santa Claus.
This weirdly enticing casting comes to you from The Christmas Chronicles, the latest in a long line of seemingly-terrible Netflix releases made all the more baffling by the critical success of movies like Okja, Mudbound, and the sure-to-win Best Picture Roma (which will hit theaters later this year).
Obviously they can’t all be award-winners, but did the streaming giant really have to go out and throw money at producer Chris Columbus (whose pedigree is being used to sell the movie) and director Clay Kaytis — best known for directing the fucking Angry Birds movie of all things — to make… this? This looks like it would have been a Hallmark Channel original movie if not for the involvement of Kurt Fucking Russell, who can make pretty much anything worth your time.
Enough talk. See it for yourself:
Well, that’s something.
Here’s a synopsis:
“‘The Christmas Chronicles,’ a holiday adventure from producer Chris Columbus (‘Home Alone’, ‘Harry Potter’) and director Clay Kaytis (‘The Angry Birds Movie’), tells the story of sister and brother, Kate (Darby Camp) and Teddy Pierce (Judah Lewis), whose Christmas Eve plan to catch Santa Claus (Kurt Russell) on camera turns into an unexpected journey that most kids could only dream about. After staking out Santa’s arrival, they sneak into his sleigh, cause it to crash and nearly derail Christmas. As their wild night unfolds, Kate and Teddy work together with Santa — as you’ve never seen him before – and his loyal Elves to save Christmas before it’s too late.
The Christmas Chronicles hits the streaming giant on November 22.