It's a few days after Christmas. Jesus, with a rare day off from his full-time job as Saviour of Mankind, tries to unwind by taking his pal Mary Magdalene to see a film. But when they arrive at the local art-house cinema, disaster strikes.
The only movies playing are either Jesus-themed –
"I'm not watching that trash. Didn't happen. Didn't happen. Did happen, but not like that. Mel Gibson? Get out of here."
– or It's A Wonderful Life.
"I'm not sitting through that nonsense again. Did I tell you? The angel, Clarence, he owes me fifty quid. Tosser."
“Honestly, Jesus, you do this every time. If you were going to be like this, we might as well have stayed at home...”
“I'm the bloody son of God! I'll be however I want.”
“Calm down. Look, we'll think of something, OK? Now, on to more important questions. Do you want some popcorn?”
In the end, Christ and Magdalene settle on It's A Wonderful Life. It must be the hundredth time they've seen it. But even that saccharine garbage* is preferable to Jesus having to watch himself misrepresented on screen, again.
*Disclaimer – I actually love It's A Wonderful Life. But, for some reason, Jesus hates it. I'm not sure why. Perhaps the angel in the film, Clarence, truly is an insufferable muppet. I wouldn't know. I've never met him.