When I first stumbled across the film I’m about to review, a film that has possibly only been seen in its entirety by me and the unlucky people who tune into the Hallmark Channel dangerously close to December, I decided to watch it for one reason and one reason only:
To make myself feel superior by mocking others
Tom Cavanagh in glasses
I love terrible movies, and terrible Christmas movies top my list.
Because it was a Hallmark movie, I was expecting only the highest quality of production, acting and storytelling and boy did I get, something. As a seasoned professional in the art of watching bad movies I, of course, was in no danger from the poor pacing and laboured plot. I would however, caution anyone not so practiced as me to steel themselves, should they attempt to watch the whole movie, to avoid whiplash as the film swings wildly between passably amusing and excruciatingly unwatchable.
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