Depending on your taste for, or general apathy towards, raunchy, tasteless, lazily written and acted humor, Uncle Nick may or may not be your treat this holiday season.

Brian Posehn, known for his bald, nerdy, and overly-large presence in frequent sit-com and sketch comedy pop-ups, is singularly recognizable for his droll and monotonous man-child characters, one of which he lends here as the titular character in this somewhat amusing, mostly groan-worthy movie.

Uncle Nick attempts to ride both sides of the vulgarity fence, by being at one time so unabashedly offensive in its sex-ridden jokes, and yet performing these jokes with such little commitment (much like, Uncle Nick himself), that this hour and thirty-three minute long movie can’t make a case for itself for being anything more than just a movie with comedians in it, rather than a funny movie.

Uncle Nick will fill your cup if you’re looking for a lewd and lazy Christmas movie – and for ten cents a cup more, will happily join you in getting mindlessly wasted on it.

Credit part of the indifference in this review to the movie’s all-too familiar setup that Uncle Nick shamelessly leans on, expecting the freshness of its main character to merit entertainment. While familiar movies of family screw-ups that earn redemption have been made before (the 1989 John Candy-starring and John Hughes-directed classic Uncle Buck comes to mind), the piece that makes their empty-headed antics so lovable is the earnest aloofness at the heart of it. Posehn as Nick, a sweaty and unapologetic alcoholic intent on criticizing younger brother Cody (Beau Ballinger) for both a lifetime of having it all and recent engagement to type-A fun-sucker Sophie (Paget Brewster), as well as set on hooking up with Sophie’s daughter Valerie (Melia Renee), is mostly a creepy asshole who doesn’t deflate the hypocrisy of others, but rather showboats his own selfish self off.

Tracking alongside the alcohol-fueled and irreverent humor that Uncle Nick sets out to make is the use of a real-life alcohol-fueled riot of American sports legend and. Setting the stage for the film is the real-life story, as told by Nick, of the infamous Ten Cent Beer Night, where, in 1974, the Cleveland Indians sold beer for a dime a cup at a Major League sports game, as many as you could buy or drink. The movie tracks with this story by telling the movie in chapters – “innings,” as the movie shows, which parallels re-created black and white and slow mo’d footage of beer slamming baseball fans, a growing friction that ends on this single Christmas Eve night with the rising unrest of history’s own beer-slamming drunkards. It’s a device that adds an added level of interest

While Uncle Nick is boozy and brash and offers somewhat fun times, its mostly a jerky and un-jolly movie that will probably be shuffled to the bottom of the cue of your next movies to watch. Director Chris Kasick and writer Mike Demski might have fared better if putting more set pieces in the movie instead of just a list of insufferable characters showing different attitudes and one-liners, or at least in preceding with a little more caution before throwing all of the movie’s laughs behind Posehn’s unlikeable Uncle Nick. Whatever the case, Uncle Nick will fill your cup if you’re looking for a lewd and lazy Christmas movie – and for ten cents a cup more, will happily join you in getting mindlessly wasted on it.

Uncle Nick is now playing at the Arena Cinema Hollywood.

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