Four Christmases (2008)

Do you secretly dread Christmas because you know visiting family results in bickering, forced church outings and rehashed childhood crap that you have strived to forget? And you fear the stress will make you fight with your S.O.? If not just living all this shit, but paying to watch other people live it, is appealing, then “Four Christmases” is for you. Count this Grinch out. Vince Vaughn and Renee Witherspoon play a seemingly happy couple who normally jet out to wild vacations at Christmas. But the gods deal the couple a cruel card that force a visit to all four parents in one day, resulting in brats, bad food, wrestling, falling off roofs and – I kid you not – a rerun of the Vaughn’s awful “The Breakup.” Shudder. I laughed when Vaughn blabs that there’s no Santa to a roomful of children. That's my kind of dumb move. But even at 88 minutes, watching “Four Christmases” felt like enduring four Christmases. It made me want to stick my head in a lit chimney. C