Christmas Eve isn’t likely to make anyone feel exceptionally merry. Still, it remains modestly diverting from scene to scene.

If a film's opening credit reads "Presented by Larry King," run screaming for the hills. The venerable talk show host and his wife, Shawn King, are among the producers of this cinematic trifle that proves yet again that Christmas is responsible for more bad movies than any other holiday on the planet.

It fails to provide the sorts of human inter-connections and deep revelations for which director Mitch Davis seems to be striving.

Who knew a movie seemingly meant to spread holiday cheer could be so off-putting in an almost sadistic way?