Every time Vince Vaughn grows an undereye bag, an angel gets its wings.
Watching the Fred Claus trailer, it's hard for me not to do a balancing act, like some sort of well-hung Lady Justice with 20/20 vision (thanks, LASIK). On one side you've got Vince Vaughn, Paul Giamatti, Kevin Spacey, the director of Wedding Crashers, and an apparent lack of Tim Allen. On the other, you've got... a Christmas movie. With elves. And people falling down in the trailer.
To bash it or not to bash it, which way will the scale swing? At tough times like these, I always turn to Onanism, my only true friend.