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Doug Liman’s kinetic, multi-strand caper hurtles through twenty-four frantic hours of botched drug deals, credit card fraud, and chaotic Las Vegas misadventures. Anchored by Sarah Polley’s desperate grocery clerk and Timothy Olyphant’s unnervingly calm narcotics supplier, the film runs on pure nervous energy, slicing its timeline into three distinct perspectives packed with razor-sharp banter and reckless decisions. Because this entire powder-keg collision unfolds on Christmas Eve, it stands as one of the ultimate movies like Bad Santa, trading wholesome holiday cheer for sleazy motel rooms, reckless gunfire, and unapologetic seasonal delinquency.








