Fueled by cheap whiskey, greed and hatred, Willie Soke teams up with his angry little sidekick, Marcus, to knock off a Chicago charity on Christmas Eve. Along for the ride is chubby and cheery Thurman Merman, a 250-pound ray of sunshine who brings out Willie's sliver of humanity. Issues arise when the pair are joined by Willie's horror story of a mother, who raises the bar for the gang's ambitions, while somehow lowering the standards of criminal behavior.
For those who ve endured the long gap between Bad Santa movies like kids eagerly anticipating Christmas, this sequel brings it on like Saint Nick s overstuffed bag of goodies, with plenty to entertain (and offend) everyone.
A weary, half-hearted affair that doesn t even have the courage of its own nihilism.
The jokes take on a rote quality, the vituperative insults and verbal jabs repeating themselves until it all sounds like an endless loop of dogs barking "Jingle Bells."
In a year already full of crappy sequels, Bad Santa 2 is the lump of coal we really didn t need this Christmas.
A lot of this is funny, and a lot of it isn t.
It just so happens that a film of people acting awful to each other feels extra real in our chaotic, insane times.
The plot takes a backseat to the insults and gross-out lines. Fine, maybe, but it s been done - in the 2003 film.
It s rote stuff, not nearly as funny as filmmaker Mark Waters and company seem to think.
This sequel s main cast is still in fine form, but the rehashed jokes feel past their prime.
Willie may not have a heart of gold. But he s got a heart of bloody, barely thumping meat, same as the rest of us. And in this bitter season of unceasing, frostbitten darkness, it s heart enough.