When the CEO of a big firm (Jennifer Aniston) tries to shutdown her party animal brother’s branch, he (T.J. Miller) and his CTO (Jason Bateman) must rally in the troops and host the Christmas party to end all Christmas parties in an effort to sign Walter Davis (Courtney B. Vance) and save everyone’s jobs.

This movie is so outrageously bad that it’s outrageously good. I’m very anti-Christmas but this is one of the few Christmas-themed movies that I do like. Not all Christmas parties end in the tragedy of this film. To put it simply, Office Christmas Party ends with the office looking like a relic. One minute it’s fine, and the next it’s in a state that makes Project X look like a baby bath. The movie is mad and has truly earned its R-Rating, incorporating: numerous curse words, intercourse on the photocopier and getting stoned on the roof with a CEO who is more of a thug than Cersei Lannister.

The future of a tech firm managed by Josh (Bateman) hangs on the shoulders of Clay (Miller) and the “not so good will” of his sister Carol (Aniston). This is a chaotic screwball satire. As long as you know that before watching this movie, you’ll enjoy it just fine. This party is unredeemable. It includes things that you should not try at home. The pre-party repertoire is very amusing, especially the three-way witty banter between Mary (Kate McKinnon), Clay and Tracey (Olivia Munn). It’s not bedside manner. Office Christmas Party is the love child of Frankie Boyle and Gordon Ramsay, entwined with Ricky Gervais’ The Office and The Hangover yet with some tender moments along the way.

After the silly activities, Office Christmas Party hones in on the necessary qualities needed for any business to thrive. Revolving around a tech firm, this film could not be any more 21st century if it tried. Watching this flick makes “actual parties” (with decorum) look boring. I’m a Brit and I’ve started to tune into Saturday Night Live for Kate McKinnon. She’s owns everything she’s in. She’s a banterous onslaught on the gut, and she’s not slowing down anytime soon. Her sketches with Alec Baldwin as Trump are an experience within themselves. T.J. Miller (Deadpool) brings in a barrel of laughs, as does Munn (X-Men: Apocalypse), leaving me choking on my drink.

The film’s plot is simple and I didn’t expect anything more than that for a Christmas flick. It’s but-gustingly hilarious and left me with more tears than a child finding out Santa Clause isn’t real. I hate Christmas movies with a passion but I love dark humour. If you don’t get offended by unpolitically correct jokes, than you’ll be fine. Stop bingeing the latest Netflix series and stop eyeballing that family friend who may or may not be your cousin. Tis the season to be jolly. Go see this movie.

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