Lots of families have movie-going rituals for the holidays, whether it's siblings banding together to escape after mom and dad have hit the hay or families who prefer to celebrate the holidays in the dark with a bucket of popcorn and the latest glitzy - and hopefully cheery - studio offerings, occasionally with Chinese food afterwards.

My family hits the theater on Christmas day or thereabouts and sometimes we've picked winners and sometimes - the more memorable ones, unfortunately - we've picked some doozies. I'll admit I enjoyed seeing My Big Fat Greek Wedding, Rumor Has It, The Holiday, The Pursuit of Happyness, and other fuzzy flicks with my loved ones during the winter holidays. However, one year my mom and I went to see The Family Stone thinking it would be a fluffy comedy slash love story slash playfully warm family film, as it had been marketed: Sarah Jessica Parker plays the typical Type A businesswoman who goes to spend Christmas with her boyfriend's quirky family in suburbia and loosens up. She gets a snowball in the face, eggnog is drunk, secrets are told, harmless drama occurs but everyone makes up over the dinner table, and so on.