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It’s that time of year once again. Time for everyone to come together with friends and family, wear ugly sweaters and drink apple juice with sticks in it while giving gifts that, if we had all decided to just buy things for instead of telling other people what we want, would end up costing us the same amount of money without the anxiety of whether or not they’ll like it (and think of all the paper we’d conserve not needing to print gift receipts).

But more than that, its time for the onslaught of horrible, god-awful abominations that are Christmas movies. Gone are the days of Rudolph and Frosty, in all their claymation filled glory. Now are the times of hastily written single joke concept movies starring whatever two fairly attractive Hollywood stars feel like adding a “romantic holiday family comedy” to their IMDB page. Think about it. What movies have come out over the past few years alone? Santa Claus 3 (why God, why?), Christmas with the Kranks (ironically also with Tim Allen), Fred Klaus, and this years big Christmas spectacular, 4 Christmases.

So, I’d like to let everone know my favorite Christmas movie. Maybe you can also turn to its greatness in this, our time of cinematic need.

Die Hard.

It’s a movie. Set in Christmas time. Hence, I’d say it qualifies as a Christmas movie. Plus, it has Alan Rickman, so you can tell your girlfriend that it’s like Love Actually, except more badass and without getting all hung up on the whole “Christmas should be about love and emotions” bull.

So do yourself a favor. Pull up a blanket, heat up some cocoa, and warm your heart with some high octane John Mclaine blowing the shit out of Christmas. I know I will.