They call it the silly season for a reason. I used to think it was a cultural reference to the great Australian pastime of overindulging in prosecco or Tooheys at the Christmas barbecue. Maybe something about those novelty Hawaiian shirts blokes like?

No. Much like that time Kraft swooped in and bought up Vegemite like the sneaky little cultural imperialists they are (yes, I know we eventually got it back – thanks Bega), the Yanks are gunning to redefine what they like to call “the holidays”. Apparently it’s now the time of year that Netflix loses its damn mind and pumps out a slew of Christmas movies so absolutely, mind-bogglingly awful they go full circle and back to good again.