There was a film crew, cameras, extras shivering in outerwear that was too light, and about a dozen Santas (I'm serious) set up on the corner of Michigan Avenue and Superior this morning. And there was fake snow, little pearlescent nuggets, tucked in the crevices of sidewalk outside of Nieman Marcus.
Could it be this? I heard (before I commenced aggressive treatment of my celebrity gossip blog addiction before the holidays) that ol' VV was going to be back in Chicago.
My friends' drinking buddy and passionate expat artistic director Kevin Spacey is reportedly in this.
Which may neutralize the cringey fact that Ludacris is portraying something called "Angry Elf" in this film.