very December, Netflix floods the algorithm with saccharine, logic-optional Christmas movies clearly engineered to play in the background while you scroll. This year, however, the streaming giant accidentally gifted the LGBTQ+ community something far more powerful: pure queer chaos wrapped in a Santa suit.
Enter My Secret Santa a holiday film that takes the basic DNA of Mrs. Doubtfire, injects it with drag king energy, bisexual confusion, and trans panic jokes that somehow land, and then dares the audience not to have fun.
Is it good? Debatable.
Is it deeply watchable? Absolutely.
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A Mrs. Doubtfire Remix With Drag Kings
The premise is gloriously unhinged. A struggling single mother loses her job just in time for the holidays and, because this is a Netflix Christmas movie, the only solution involves a luxury ski resort, a prestige snowboarding school, and a Santa gig paying two grand a week.
With help from her gay brother and his boyfriend, she undergoes a full transformation not into a woman, but into Santa. Specifically, a drag king Santa operating under the inspired name Hugh Mann (yes, trans rights).
What follows is a whirlwind of mistaken identity that feels less like realism and more like Shakespeare filtered through TikTok discourse.
Meet the Bisexual Beefcake
At the center of the chaos is the resort owner’s son affectionately dubbed online as the “bisexual beefcake.” He finds himself inexplicably attracted to both:
- The charming single mom he meets off the clock, and
- The burly, kind-eyed Santa zaddy he hired
Instead of panic, the movie leans into it. Hard. Sexual tension brews across gender presentation, masculinity, and holiday cheer, culminating in scenes that make it clear: this man is extremely bisexual, and the film knows it.
Yes, There’s a Double Party Scene
In a move straight out of Twelfth Night (but make it alpine), both the mom and her Santa alter ego must attend the same party. Cue:
- Costume juggling
- Trans bathroom jokes
- Heightened absurdity
- Zero concern for logistics
Does it make sense? No.
Does it belong in the queer holiday canon? Undeniably.
Tia Mowry Understood the Assignment
Then there’s Tia Mowry, delivering camp villainy at full throttle. Her character exists solely to unmask Santa and unleash festive chaos and she is magnificent.
Online consensus agrees: if there were justice in the world, this performance would be honored with at least a fictional Emmy and several Drag Race reaction gifs.
Internet Reactions: Confusion, Delight, Applause
Reddit and social media lit up immediately:
- Viewers questioned the logic (“Can’t pay rent but snowboarding school?”)
- Others leaned fully into the madness (“Worst movie I’ve seen all year. Loved it.”)
- Many praised the bisexual visibility and drag king representation
The film became a meme, not because it failed but because it committed.
So… Is My Secret Santa Actually Good?
In Drag Race terms, it earns the highest compliment possible:
“Stupid” (complimentary).
My Secret Santa may never win awards, but it succeeds where it matters by being fun, queer, self-aware, and impossible to ignore. It’s the kind of movie you mock lovingly while watching the sequel you secretly hope Netflix greenlights.
And honestly? That’s the Christmas spirit.