So you've got your fake plastic (or live) tree set up, full of garish decorations, tinsel the dog will try to eat, and a string of lights that nearly sent you to the loony bin trying to untangle them. You sit down, put your feet up, flip on the telly, and... It's A Wonderful Life is playing. On three different channels. Brilliant. Right, it's a classic, Jimmy Stewart, whatever. You know what? It's not a wonderful life. It's a terrible life, and a terrible movie, with a sappy ending. Miracle on 34th Street? Same problem. Jingle All The Way? Don't even bring it up. Fine, so that one really isn't a classic, but it's still everything wrong with Christmas movies.