So, the other day while I was continuing my heroic intake of holiday movies, it occurred to me: Alan Rickman has starred in two absolute Christmas classics. That’s a stunning achievement unmatched by anyone else. Therefore, I have crowned him the King of Christmas Movies.

I even made these pictures to commemorate his coronation.

Technically, we’re barely into winter. And if the weather’s going to be a punk ass bitch and pretend it’s summer, then I’m going to drink pumpkin beer out of my autumn pint glass while I watch Die Hard. (It’s still Christmastime, after all.)

Technically, we’re barely into winter. And if the weather’s going to be a punk ass bitch and pretend it’s summer, then I’m going to drink pumpkin beer out of my autumn pint glass while I watch Die Hard. (It’s still Christmastime, after all.)

This is how I can tell if a movie is going to be good.

This is how I can tell if a movie is going to be good.

In honor of one of the greatest Christmas movies of all time.

In honor of one of the greatest Christmas movies of all time.

My Christmas movies have been isolated from my library and grouped together so I can watch any of them immediately at my whim. (Yes, given their theatrical release dates, I consider Rocky Balboa and The Lord of the Rings movies as Yuletide favorites.)

My Christmas movies have been isolated from my library and grouped together so I can watch any of them immediately at my whim. (Yes, given their theatrical release dates, I consider Rocky Balboa and The Lord of the Rings movies as Yuletide favorites.)

Funny pre-show stills from last night’s live Rifftrax riffing of Manos: The Hands of Fate. (Part 1)