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I saw this last night, it was a good movie. I was a bit leary of seeing it after reading the newspaper description about a kid showing Billy Bob Thornton the meaning of Christmas. I was scared it would turn into a cheesy feel-good movie, but that didn't exactly happen, at least not in the way I feared.
I like the part where Thornton and the midget arrive at the mall, and the midget is talking to the manager while Thornton is drunk and staring at that girl's ass. Then Thornton accuses the manager of thinking there was something wrong with his "fuck-stick."
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