Charles Dickens’ ubiquitous seasonal tale gets yet another re-telling in this amiably dated 1980’s comedy.
Bill Murray stars as a tyrannical TV network president who goes through the usual learning the “true spirit of Christmas”motions via ghostly visitation. As is always the case with this type of thing, it’s reliant on saccharine-drenched sentimentality, but Richard Donner actually manages for the most part to temper it with some post-modern slapstick and Murray’s deadpan wit. It gets a little nauseating towards the end – the subplot featuring his secretary’s son left me feeling particularly bilious – but the first half of the film is classic Murray and the ghosts are all good fun.
One of the few Christmas films that I can watch without having to reach for the sick bucket.