I'm writing this post on a GO train to Oakville, on my way to meet my wife and her family at the pub. They're English; it's their Christmas Day ritual. And one doesn't mess with tradition, particularly when pints of stout are involved.
Before I met my wife, my personal Christmas tradition involved watching Die Hard in my apartment (or Lethal Weapon, if it was a leap year), taking my dog for a long, peaceful walk and sleeping the hell in. And on the day, I'd try to find a movie my family wouldn't object to seeing, and which I wouldn't object to seeing again.
I'm kind of melancholy about that this year, since there aren't a lot of Christmas movies I'd be willing to see twice; the usual mixture of family fare, broad comedies and naked Oscar bait has been boiled down to wall-to-wall Oscar bait, and other than Waltz with Bashir and The Wrestler - which aren't exactly movies I'd take my mother to see - there's not much that I could actually recommend to people.
The Curious Case Of Benjamin Button? Maybe for Brad Pitt's most hardcore fans. Doubt has its moments, if you're into watching Philip Seymour Hoffman play an utterly unknowable character. And I lost my dog to cancer a couple of years ago, which is why there's no chance in hell of me seeing Marley & Me. The Spirit? I'd rather watch Sin City, and see Frank Miller's cockeyed world steered by an actual director.
Nope, nothing doing. On this quieter-than-usual Christmas day, and with the weather as crappy as it's been, I'm going to go against the grain and suggest you stay home and vote "none of the above" this year. Round up some leftovers. Pick a DVD off your shelf. (Have you seen Die Hard recently? It totally holds up.) Remember, times is tight; there's something to be said for staying home and saving a few bucks on your holiday entertainment.
That said, if you really want to see The Wrestler, and you're within walking distance of the Cumberland, I wouldn't dream of standing in your way.