It's the most wonderful time of the year again, and the not-in-the-slightest reformed safe-cracker Willie Soke is breathing the air of freedom once more, failing miserably to keep himself afloat thirteen whole years after his last achievements. Still addicted to alcohol and at the end of his tether, Soke will reluctantly accept his former sidekick Marcus' truce and his daring plan for another Yuletide caper--this time targeting a Chicago charity on Christmas Eve. However, as Willie slips back into his Santa's red suit again, much to his disappointment, he will discover that another partner in crime is also eager to join in the heist: his desperate for cash estranged mother, Sunny. Can Willie work around his mummy issues, especially now that the closest thing to family, Thurman Merman, comes to town for a visit?Written by
When Willie and his mom are talking in her apartment for the first time, her right bra strap goes from on her shoulder, to off her shoulder, and back and forth when the view changes to a view of Willie or a view of her. See more »
If I cut ties with every numbnuts who tried to shoot me, I never would've gotten pregnant with you.
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Strained black comedy sequel reunites—for no reason that really makes any sense—Willie, the world's most vile Santa and his feisty, foulmouthed dwarf sidekick Marcus for yet another score, this time at a Chicago charity event on Christmas Eve. That darn kid returns, only this time he's a man (sort of), and as what is supposed to be an added bonus: Willie's equally crass mother (Bates, though even she is helpless against this flimsy material). Unnecessary, uninspired, and untimely follow-up doesn't have much of a plot to keep it afloat, playing mostly as an exercise in unfunny jokes, profane dialogue, and bodily fluids. Forced and forgettable, worth a few fleeting chuckles thanks to a well-chosen cast that elevates it as much as they possibly can. **
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