First I should mention that there were technical glitches of epic proportions. Instead of seeing Glenn Beck, or "Bece" as it was spelled on the marquis, we were shown, or rather tortured by, a horrid, dark opera by Berlioz. Glenn Beck would find that humorous. It started and stopped no less than 3 times, and yes our money was refunded and we were given tickets to boot, but it was extraordinarily frustrating. We only got to see The Christmas Sweater beginning an hour into it, but it was a beautiful story, like the book. My only criticism is that someone should have directed Beck to throttle back. Too intense for too long a time. The entire movie must have been exhausting to watch. But this was his first effort, and he is remarkably talented.