Although the Canadian mockumentary television series The Trailer Park Boys technically ended its run in 2008, the titular reprobates haven't been content to let their notoriety fade like the flavor of a stale beer. Lacking a home on a U.S. network, The Trailer Park Boys has gained stateside popularity over time thanks to a cult audience thirsty for the alcohol-fueled misadventures of low-rent criminals Ricky and Julian. Given to expressing absurdly deficient life philosophies amid blurry-eyed schemes, the show's two hapless antiheros aspire to a life of leisure away from the eccentrics of the Sunnyvale Trailer Park. Testament to the show's staying power, two films have already been made (with a third on the way), while the principal cast continues to embark on live performance tours. The latest production, Dear Santa Claus, Go F#ck Yourself, is a delightfully debased holiday entanglement involving Bubbles' (the show's closest approximation to a conscience) ill-fated efforts to convey the true spirit of Christmas while Ricky and Julian endeavor to exploit the season for their own personal gain. Further complicating the plot is the presence of Mr. Lahey, the perpetually intoxicated trailer park supervisor, and his frequently shirtless "longtime companion" and assistant, Randy. Let the more decorous revelers scoff; to the Trailer Park Boys, dysfunction is as much a part of Christmas as slamming gallons of eggnog.
Fri., Dec. 14, 8 p.m., 2012