Frank Cross doesn't really get Christmas, and doesn't see why anyone else should unless there's an opportunity to up the ratings of his TV channel. So visits three Dickensian ghosts who teach him a thing or two about seasonal spirit.
Slick and cynical update of the Dickens' classic, funny only so long as Bill Murray's venal TV network president is being a complete bastard. The opening machine-gun attack on Santa's elvin workshop is a hoot but the brotherly love ending is embarrassingly beyond even Bill's capabilities.
David Johansen's Yellow Cab spook is a bonus, though any film that so completely wastes Robert Mitchum can't really be all that good.
Murray doing what he does best, if you like that sort of thing.