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…
Marry Me at Christmas (2017) Hallmark Channel
-A love interest who wishes he were Arnie Hammer. In his defense, he is DEFINITELY the Hallmark version of Arnie Hammer.
-The flattest curly hair I’ve ever seen. (This is what hair extensions are for.) Honestly, y’all don’t know how to volumize? Lift at the roots, flip your head upside down, anything.
-A woman who takes a selfie with an old school Polaroid and makes a joke at the expense of hipsters. I legitimately laughed out loud. Gladys is a delight.
-A main character who is killing the sarcasm game. And she can carry her own Christmas tree, thank you very much. Girl is growing on me.
-A bride who exasperatedly says, “Maybe I should just wear a pantsuit.” First of all, bitch, you WISH you could pull off a pantsuit…
-I mean, the curls are obviously from a curling iron, so you couldn’t angle them up, spray a little something at the roots, brush them out? Anything? Her makeup is so good, how did they get this so wrong?
This was a surprisingly fresh take on the genre. Good work, Hallmark.