Paul Giamatti: Santa, or Guy Who Steals Quarters From Laundromat Washers to Buy Cigarettes?
Paul Giamatti is an actor with a wide range. He’s played everything from a ruthless hitman, to a gruff-yet-lovable physical trainer, to an annoying neurotic who likes comic books, to an annoying neurotic who likes wine. But with the release tomorrow of Fred Claus, we are about to witness the moment at which Giamatti, mad with his own sense of flexibility, takes on a role he cannot possibly do justice. Why? Because Santa Claus looks like this:
Yes, Paul, you’ve got a hat and beard, but you’re also dressed in all black and looking at me as if whichever one of us pulls our switchblade first is going to walk out of here alive. Come back to me when you don't hate life.
If the Rotten Tomato reviews are any indication (a whopping 0% from the “Cream of the Crop” as of this writing), Dear Santa, I understand you will be coming into our house tonight. Please don’t hurt us. I have been very good all year, and all I ask is that you make your stay short and don’t take any of mommy's nice things. I assume from the red circles under your eyes that you are drunk; please try to keep from knocking anything over while you’re here. If you want to leave me a bike, that would be great, but only if it’s a gift and you don’t want it back later. I don’t need you knocking on my window or sending me death threats in the mail come February. I’ve enclosed five dollars. Please consider it a gift, in exchange for your not urinating anywhere in the house. And please Santa, get some help. Sleeping with a rifle, Billy
