As Christmas in Mississippi has made incredibly clear…the arts are dead, and anyone with ten dollars, a camera, and an actress with a pretty face but minimal talent can make a movie. The story was bland. The sound editing was laughable. And more than any other movie we have watched on this show, for the first time, I have felt that watching it actually took something from me. It sucked out a piece of my soul and returned it cold and dead…and I don’t know if I will ever be able to revive it again.
The only thing left for me to hope for is the sweet embrace of the grim reaper as I pass from this mortal coil and accept my heavenly reward. I go into paradise with the solace of knowing that when the Lord comes again, He will destroy the world and this movie is part of that world. There will come a time when Christmas in Mississippi ceases to exist, and that (and only that) is the only thing that has given me even the most minuscule amount of motivation to claw out of my bed every morning since I have seen this abhorrent, pathetic, and malicious attempt at visual entertainment.