#JustaQuickiePlease: Krampus Review

Krampus needs to immediately file a class action suit because he has an indefensible case of defamation.  What starts out as Home Alone meets Tales from the Crypt ends up being nothing more than a low-budget version of The Puppet Master's Christmas Special, and if you have seen any of the Puppet Master films, you understand the significance of the critique.  In fact, the only frightening elements in this celluloid disaster is a definitive toss up between its horrid acting and utterly silly practical effects.  I usually criticize for utilizing too much CGI, but, sheesh, this film could have used a healthy helping of it.  The story and concept aren't bad, in fact, the initial notion is actually quite unique and enticing.  However, the execution is so abysmal that any potential is swiftly engulfed in a blizzard of bad.  There is no credible character development or any that you care about.  The humor is stale and lazy, and the action is so predictable and poorly choreographed, it ends up being, quite by accident, the only laughable facet in this horror flick gone horribly wrong.   With an ending that is just as confusing as why anyone in charge would have believed, after seeing the final edit, that this was a quality picture; one can only conclude that the director, writers, actors, and producers all deserve a truckload of coal in their stockings.  0 out of 5 Kernels; This feature takes its rightful place at the top of Santa's naughty list.