really love imagining a bunch a kids and teens on their pokemon journeys staying the night on the couches and floors in the lobbies of pokemon centers, having long talks about their experiences and feelings sharing funny and scary stories and myths about legendaries and trading items and sharing TMs along with sugary snacks and pokedex chargers all while their pokemon are out of their pokeballs and all bundled up in blankets sleeping soundly next to their trainers while they stare up at the stars shining through the glass ceiling over their heads
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.
book legolas is pretty cool but film legolas reminds me of one of those incredibly beautiful, incredibly stupid long haired pedigree dogs that you sometimes see in grooming parlours having their claws painted purple. like you could just pick him up and look into his eyes and there would be nothing going on behind them. film legolas has the elvish version of elevator music playing in his head at all times and i honestly love it
The-Lounge 