Oh, wait, that's the wrong holiday.
Saying praise for the holiday movie? Wait, what do I know?
This article discusses the formula of the holiday movie. I stated once that I loved cheesy Christmas Carols and even the cheesy movies that go along with Christmas Carols.
I know they are formulaic and trite and manipulative. But nothing puts me more in the mood for Christmas than Miracle on 34th street, the new version. And Dylan McDermott is hot!
I do believe in Santa Claus, I do believe in Santa Claus.
Oh wait, I'm Jewish. See, these movies are really powerful.
On that holiday note there will be a lack of updates around here as I spend Christmas at my in-laws.
Happy Holidays to all. May they be merry and bright and not filled with annoying or hurtful family members. And if they are, just smile and drink egg nog, wine, or your libation of choice. And if you are pregnant, well, claim you are tired and go to bed.
Saying thanks for the holiday movie
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