There's a kind of deranged mythology in the plot and characters that defies logic. No matter how hard you try to understand why anything is happening, it never becomes clear. For example, why is the boss fairy a giant bunny (voiced by Broadbent), besides for one obvious line at the end? The story is a series of coincidences and ludicrous lapses of coherence that leave the audience utterly perplexed. Meanwhile, the performances are all over the place--mostly broad and silly, with moments of twisted humour that actually make us laugh. No one in the cast is particularly good or bad; Enfield and Fry are perhaps the most consistent, because they never try to be cute. Grant and Hall are the funniest, because they're so bizarre as a couple of ex-elves turned whizzy golf players. Meanwhile, the film's production is oddly slipshod; it looks cheap and slapped together, filmed in England but set somewhere in America (there are references to both L.A. and New York, but it just looks like England). And finally, why the big countdown to Christmas? Isn't this a tooth fairy movie ... that's being released in February? It's often sweet and sometimes funny, but mostly it's a real muddle. Hey, did I make it through that review without a pun?