What a disgraceful piece of garbage
So last night I'm wrapping Christmas presents and I turn to FX on the TV.
"Oh, Christmas with the Kranks. I've never seen this," I think. "Maybe I'll give it a look. After all, I heard it was based on a John Grisham novel."
Two hours later I almost ripped up all my wrapping and returned the gifts to the store. I was that angry. I wasn't angry at the horrible quality of the film, or the fact that it wasn't funny. This is, after all, a modern family holiday comedy-- they're a dime a dozen and they're almost universally awful. I knew to expect that much.
My rage was directed at the message this movie sends. In the film, conformity is not only celebrated, but strictly enforced. Societal pressure turns what seems like a perfectly rational idea from Luther, skipping Christmas, into some kind of fiendish, selfish plot to spite others and ruin everyone's holiday.
Until I saw this movie, the worst Christmas movie I knew was "Jingle All the Way," which, though basically about crass Christmas commercialism, at least slightly redeemed itself in the end when the young boy rejected that notion in favor of his family. Now, the worst Christmas movie I've is "Christmas with the Kranks." Congratulations on "topping" yourself again, Hollywood.
But why should anyone be surprised? This movie is part of the big machine that tries to convince you that you are a terrible human being if you don't shell out thousands of dollars every December, not only by buying flat-screen TVs for your teenagers and baking 600 cookies for everyone you know, but by being forcibly extorted by a dozen different charities pushing the idea that somehow, causes are more needy at Christmas time than any other time in the year. Never got the logic in that.
Frankly, I thought Luther was a HERO for his idea and I was expecting the movie to go in an entirely different direction. I was mildly enjoying it (even though it wasn't funny), thinking that it would be nice to see the resolution where Luther and his wife gave their neighbors proper comeuppance by having a fantastic cruise and thereby showing that Christmas isn't about rote tradition. Boy, did I fail to call where the film was going. Even as all the insane party preparation was taking place at the end, I kept thinking, "this is a joke, right? This is going to turn around in the end, and they will say 'screw you' to all these self-righteous neighbors (not to mention the spoiled brat of a daughter) and leave on their cruise! They HAVE to!!!" No such luck.
For a movie that wanted to reinforce the traditionalism of Christmas, it made me feel the exact opposite. It made me want to skip Christmas out of protest.
Afterward, I kept thinking about the movie's turning point, when spoiled-brat Blaire called to force herself, her fiance that the parents barely know, and HER idea of a traditional Christmas down the Kranks' throats. This is what I would have said:
"Honey, I hate to tell you this, but your father and I decided not to do a traditional Christmas this year. We're going on a cruise on Christmas day. We haven't done any decorating or the traditions you were used to in your childhood. You see, we did many of those things FOR you, because we wanted you to have holiday memories filled with joy, just as we devoted most of the last two decades of our lives to your happiness and well-being.
"We decided that we wanted to do something different and fun, for ourselves, to celebrate this year. Sweetheart, I'm sorry if this disappoints you, but to be frank it was irresponsible of your to call 24 hours before Christmas and expect everything to be the way that you remember it after you left. Your father and I love you, and will always welcome you into our home, but you are an adult now, and you need to expect our independence as much as we respected yours when we let you get into PeaceCorps. This means things won't always be exactly the way you remember them at home. You can't make those assumptions anymore. Your father and I are human beings and we change just like you. Now that it's just the two of us at home again, we've moved on to a new stage in our lives.
"We look forward to seeing Enrique again and we're so happy for you. We'll be glad to let you stay at our place while we're gone. But we aren't going to change our plans at the drop of a hat without warning. Next year we will be happy to show Enrique an amazing traditional American Christmas."
None of this was selfish. It was simply nonconformist. And I guess this movie is a good showcase of just how well Americans can handle nonconformity.