Like the inevitable character in a third of Hallmark Channel Christmas movies, I fear I have lost “The Christmas Spirit.” In hopes of finding it, I will be watching a ridiculous number of Christmas movies on TV. Here is my story…
The Mistletoe Inn (2017) Hallmark Channel
Sassy black friend who says “You go girl!” (yes, in 2017)
A woman who lets her FATHER read the draft of her romance novel, but not her boyfriend (if you’re comfortable letting your dad read your romance novel, either your relationship with your dad is v weird, or your book is no good)
The line: “[male author] is the only author who can truly capture the way a woman feels.” Ugh, sure.
A love interest who is inexplicably and comically a complete and utter asshole. Patronizing, condescending, entitled, rude, mansplainy, inconsiderate, bossy. Literally has no redeeming qualities, besides his thick black hair.
An ex-bf who is also a complete asshole. At least she has a type. THE BEST TYPE FOR ROMANTIC INTERESTS!!!
No fewer than 5 actors who smile with all 32 teeth at all times.
An adult snowball fight that ends with them falling into a snowdrift & looking longingly into each other’s eyes, and a cute snowball metaphor that runs the rest of the movie.
If you’ve ever wondered how painful it would be to watch adults “flirt” as if they had the stunted emotional and communication growth of 14 year-olds, here ya go.
Has enough minuscule redeeming qualities that add up to being tolerable.