Noel Movie Review
The idea here is that our central characters (including all of the above, plus one guy who breaks his own hand so he can relive his Best Christmas Ever as he did as a kid in the E.R.) have problems. You know, New Yorker problems: Walker is a jealous cop (and Cruz is his flirtatious girlfriend), and Sarandon's geriatric mother is an a sort of dazed funk -- just staring at the walls, refusing to eat. Sarandon is the centerpiece of the film: She's a mopey creature who's faced endless disaster in her life (a stillborn baby, even), but she's trying to keep up appearances.
In another world, Sarandon's house of cards could have been fodder for a really solid movie on Lifetime, but as a feature film -- and especially a Christmas movie -- it simply doesn't wash. With minimal exception, there's nothing at all to feel good about in any of this, and even Sarandon's dénouement offers questionable uplift. Chazz Palminteri (remember when he was going to be a big star?) directs this all with a workmanlike hand. There's nothing at all surprising about Noel, except for the fact that it was ever made.
The last supper.