Beck’s one man freak show failed miserably!! In New York, Beck sold 17 tickets. In Boston, another 17. And in Washington, D.C., the hotbed of political activism, his tearful film drew only 30.

Here’s a review excerpt for the morbidly curious…The Christmas Sweater may seem to be the same kind of run-of-the-mill holiday tale of redemption and hope that we see every year about this time. But considering that the climax involves right-wing talk-show host Glenn Beck, in the guise of a 12 year old version of himself, crying on the stage floor in the fetal position while a large black woman sings hymns to him, I think it might leave viewers with a few more questions than the usual family fare. I could be wrong but I’m not sure the world is ready for Beck’s version of Christmas cheer. When I think of the holidays many images come to mind. A profusely sweating mental fat man in a sweater crying like a biotch is not one of them.