★★★1/2 Let’s imagine the script meeting: “Hey, what if we do Die Hard but this time the role of Bruce Willis is really Santa Claus?” “Of course! Because Die Hard is a Christmas movie, but it should be more fun that way.” “Come on, let’s do it.” Director Tommy Wirkola had already shown this capacity for wild, bloody and satirical action with Hansel and Gretel-Witch Hunters, and he returns here with… well, Santa is John Mc
Claine. Works? Partly yes because she laughs at herself and we’ve been playing that game ever since we paid the ticket. I’m sure that in that meeting they also said “maybe let’s give Santa some of the Deadpool personality”. Everyone happy: laughter, satire, winks, blood, wild fights, and a Christmas ending. The question is whether this will not be more cynicism than cinema. In any case, we should ask ourselves why we believe less and less. In the movies and Santa Claus, of course.
