I actually watched this when my (bonkers)GCSE music teacher decided we should see it as a class on our last lesson before Christmas...I was not impressed. Having seen the advert countless times, I'd decided it was immature, over heavy on toilet humour and used too much try-too-hard slapstick. I didn't want to watch it.
But how glad am I that I did!
This film is brilliant. It is laugh out loud pure genius (and made me want to believe in Santa again). Basically, a baby from an orphanage snuck into Santas sack on Christmas Eve and was taken back to the North Pole, where he was adopted by the elves and named Buddy. Buddy grew much taller than everyone else, couldn't make toys, was rejected by the other elves and all that tragedy stuff, and couldn't figure it out...until Papa Elf told him of his real father. So, naturally, Buddy decides to go to New York to find his real father and "make ginger bread houses, and eat cookie dough, and go ice skating, and maybe even hold hands" with him.
Of course, not all goes to plan, and Buddy finds himself working in Gimbles after being thrown out of the Empire State Building (where his father is). There he meets Jovie *cue awww-ing*. Jovie is fantastic, in my view. She's sullen, she's bitter and she has no Christmas cheer. Oh, and she'll only sing in the shower.
Then, after some hilarious misguidedness on Buddys part (eating gum off the street, giving his dad some kinky lingerie because it was labelled to "that special someone", and going into the girls shower room to sing along with Jovie not realising that she'd be naked) Buddy finally goes to live with his dad and causes merry mayhem...
I won't ruin the ending, but I'll tell you this - I am the most cynical of the cynical people, and this film filled me with Christmas cheer. I loved it, very unexpectedly, and think everyone should give it a chance.