For 45 minutes, the camera never moved. I sat behind Video Mom in the community college field house as she held it on her child for the entire Christmas concert. The camera was tightly focused on Junior, it never once strayed to anyone else in the chorus, it never showed the orchestra, it never showed the choirmaster or the conductor. One kid in the midst of 100, singing for 45 minutes. There’s some must-see TV. Did I mention this was a college chorus, not some adorable 4-year-old kid mugging for the camera?

When I think of how many times I’ve been tempted to walk out of a 100-million-dollar blockbuster, loaded with eye-popping computer-generated special effects bolstered with Oscar-winning actors and directed by Oscar-winning directors -- I have to wonder how many seconds of “Average College Kid Singing Christmas Songs” doting relatives could sit through.

“Look, look here, he’s about to sing the bass part again. Most of the time he just stands there but if you watch closely, you can see him open his mouth. There! There it is! Want to see it again!?!”

Not that Martin Scorsese or Clint Eastwood or Steven Spielberg could have made this an interesting film. It was a Christmas concert, not “Jaws” or the Howard Hughes story. No dolly shots, no slick editing, no digital manipulation was going to save this thing. Cutting about 44 minutes and 45 seconds out of it is about the only thing that would make viewing sense.