Bad Santa 2 (2016)
The first Bad Santa wasn’t a great work of art. But it took a one-joke idea and made something enjoyably twisted of out of it. For any curmudgeons who would prefer a lump of coal in their stocking than to participate in warm-fuzzy festive cheer, Billy Bob Thornton’s memorably cranky performance as Willie Soke, a sexist, alcoholic, thieving misanthrope, was the ideal whiskey-soaked respite. This sequel, arriving like a grubby gift no wanted some thirteen years later, repeats the same schtick all over again, but ups the ante in political incorrectness to a degree that’s frighteningly dull. Bad Santa 2 can’t help but feel exhausted, coming after a whole generation of Bad Teachers, Bad Moms, Dirty Grandpas, and other garden variety Todd Phillips/Judd Apatow gross-out joints. Kathy Bates is occasionally fun as Willie’s butch, tatted-up long-lost mother Sunny, but the novelty’s worn off, and all that’s left is an overlong, unfunny and awfully desperate desire to shock and offend.