Nativity 3: Dude, Where's My Donkey?!

Nativity 3: Dude, Where's My Donkey?! ½

The first Nativity! flick is a gentle gem, a sweet little Christmassy testament to indie British filmmaking. The second suffered from trying to recapture the magic of its predecessor, but it was a solid three-star effort. Alas, this third addition to the franchise is utterly absymal, brainless and hopeless from front to back. The plot, if you can consider it that, makes absolutely zero sense, stretching the bounds of credulity way beyond breaking point. It fails on every level. A flashmob competition? A Christmas wedding in New York? Memory loss? A doctor who doesn't really care all that much about memory loss? A twerking donkey? Forty-five minutes of "dancing" to the same three goddamn songs? It's all here, and it's all as dumb as it sounds. While the kids are still game, the adult performances are uniformly poor, paycheque cash grabs. as a package, it's utterly unfathomable.