If you want to welcome the festive, joyous spirit of Christmas into your heart nice and early this weekend, find the nearest Santa and hug him. You'll both need a hug after watching Bad Moms 2.
Pretty much a year since the first bad Bad Moms there is, of course, a sequel - because apparently there were enough bored punters who squandered their hard-earned money to see the last one to warrant another.
So this one's pretty much same-same with snow, and an additional ill-fated layer of pseudo-emotion lathered onto proceedings with the arrival of the three bad mothers of the aforementioned three "Bad Moms".
We know they'll end up ruining the holidays for everyone, but what I wasn't expecting them to do was lay waste to my own sanity and sense of convivial cinematic joy and merriment.
Desperately laboured, heavy-handed humour delivered loudly and lazily with a glaringly tired plot - and complete with a character called Isis - this ghastly sequel all comes together in a perfect Christmas storm.
Should you survive it with your sanity still intact, you may never want to go to the movies or celebrate Christmas ever again.
You know a sequel totally sucks when the original film now in hindsight starts to feel not half bad - an original film, which, at the time, totally sucked in its own right.
Life is short and Christmas is precious, so do yourself, your girlfriends and Santa a favour and let the ghosts of Bad Moms past haunt someone else this festive season and just go see Thor, again.
One star - and only so the top of your Christmas tree doesn't look weird.
Newshub.