Christmastime horror is one of my soft spots – all that fake cheer just begging to go wrong. So I was hoping P2 would really lean into it. Instead we get “What if Die Hard forgot the jokes and got stuck in the NCP?” Stressed-out exec, empty office on Christmas Eve, and an underground car park that slowly turns into a concrete trap.
Rachel Nichols sells the “just let me go home” vibe in full office drag, and Wes Bentley does a decent lonely-weirdo turn before the mask slips. There are nice touches – “Blue Christmas”, sad fairy lights, the misery of knowing everyone else is already half-cut – but the festive angle never feels essential. You could shift this to a random Tuesday and barely tweak the script.
Once the abduction-and-torment routine kicks in, the film doesn’t have many tricks beyond shouting and nastiness. One for Christmas horror completists and car-park sickos; everyone else can safely leave the ticket in the machine.