It takes a special kind of person to pull of being Santa Clause. Tim Allen did a good job. Paul Giamatti was certainly committed to the role. Billy Bob Thornton? Meh, not so much. Still, the depraved anti-hero (a word I feel I've used quite a lot in this article) does his best at playing everyone's favourite Yuletide Dad in a manner that could well find himself on his own naughty list. Sure, he might drink beer flavoured with cigarette butts and urinate in the same suit where children sit and divulge their Christmas wishes but his honourable intentions of helping out a kid in a crisis is noble enough right? Right. Let's face it, if an alcoholic, sexually rampant, foul-mouthed Santa Claus, impersonator still has a chance at spreading a little bit of festive cheer then we've reached the top of the mountain. There is officially now nothing else in Hollywood a man or woman could not achieve without the aid of a little tipple. Just for the love of Christ, don't drive. Or barrel-roll an aircraft.
