this is a joke and right. this can not be a real film. it not even a real video. give any harvey milk high school kid a video cam and they could make a better movie than this. the film maker can not be serious. right. is this satire. comedy. drama gone horribly wrong. the script is about as single minded and dull as is conceivable. ten monkeys locked in a room with a laptop could come up with a better screenplay. the dialogue isn not clichéd. clichéd dialogue might elevate this holiday mess to something akin to camp fun  but it doesn not and it isn not. worst of the worst  a landlady wanders into a dramatic scene in a private apartment dressed a bathrobe carrying a frying pan like something out of a honeymooners episode. whaaa. i have seen better acting from middle school drama clubs. one of the leads is an attractive lunk and the other is not. both can not even manage a convincing kiss. so much for romance. the supporting players are jaw droppingly over the top. everything is underscored by a nauseating soundtrack and the sound seems to have been recorded in a back room toilet. most of the dialogue is (mercifully) unintelligible. this stale cinematic fruitcake isn not even worthy of being the next rocky horror or a gay holiday installment of mystery science theatre 3000. it just plain bad. in every way. visions of sugarplums will not dance in your head  they will trample your every expectation. have an eggnog and stare at mindlessly at the neighbor holiday lights  it will be time better spent. 
this is a joke and right. this can not be a real film. it not even a real video. give any harvey milk high school kid a video cam and they could make a better movie than this. the film maker can not be serious. right. is this satire. comedy. drama gone horribly wrong. the script is about as single minded and dull as is conceivable. ten monkeys locked in a room with a laptop could come up with a better screenplay. the dialogue isn not clichéd. clichéd dialogue might elevate this holiday mess to something akin to camp fun  but it doesn not and it isn not. worst of the worst  a landlady wanders into a dramatic scene in a private apartment dressed a bathrobe carrying a frying pan like something out of a honeymooners episode. whaaa. i have seen better acting from middle school drama clubs. one of the leads is an attractive lunk and the other is not. both can not even manage a convincing kiss. so much for romance. the supporting players are jaw droppingly over the top. everything is underscored by a nauseating soundtrack and the sound seems to have been recorded in a back room toilet. most of the dialogue is (mercifully) unintelligible. this stale cinematic fruitcake isn not even worthy of being the next rocky horror or a gay holiday installment of mystery science theatre 3000. it just plain bad. in every way. visions of sugarplums will not dance in your head  they will trample your every expectation. have an eggnog and stare at mindlessly at the neighbor holiday lights  it will be time better spent. ---------------------------------Answer Question Below----------------------------------

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