Bridging the Divided

Christmas Movies Are The Bomb-Diggity!

Romantic is not an adjective I would use to describe myself. Quite the opposite. My husband and children are hopeless romantics. The concept is lost on me. 

This year, for the first time in my 61 years, Christmas movies are my obsession. Why? It certainly isn’t the variety of themes. I even watched Dolly Parton’s Christmas musical, and I don’t like musicals, generally speaking. My husband questions my sanity. I do too when I’m not watching Christmas movies. I say, bring them on. The sappier the better.

No one gets murdered in the first five minutes, no one uses foul, colorful language, is poor, lives on the street, or at the bottom of a bottle of rot-gut whiskey. Everyone is well-dressed and lives in idyllic settings whether they be small towns, in the mountains, or near the ocean. Have you ever noticed the main character is almost always a journalist or writer? What is up with that? Anyway, we can watch with our children or our grandparents and not worry that Grandma will suffer the vapors if electric sex is suddenly flashed on the screen. Most of the time, anyway. 

The opening scene: Two attractive, young people in search of true love show up in the same town, usually a hometown, or somewhere neither want to be and through a series of serendipitous happenstance, find themselves innocently drawn to one another. No worries, the attractive, young couple won’t be ripping off each other’s clothes and hopping into bed to reach unattainable heights of ecstasy leaving us wondering where we missed the boat, sexually speaking. Except for the one I watched yesterday. Lots of skin and a few colorful words that would have carried an R rating back in the day. Avoid that one if Grandma is watching. You will know it when you see it. The movie opens with a naked young woman in bed. Spoiler alert: her fiance walks in, kisses her good-bye, then breaks up with her in a voice mail five minutes in. Bad form, for sure.

Back to the story: The young couple falls in love. Life is sugar cookies sprinkled with rainbows. But wait! Before they can promise their undying love and devotion, a crisis enters, stage left. An ex-boyfriend, girlfriend, or misunderstanding crumbles the sugar cookies. The rest of the movie isn’t exactly a nail-biter, nor is it creative. Rather it is the simple dance that leads them to fall into one another’s arms again. All is forgiven. Happily-ever-after, and, the closing credits roll. 

Did you know there are Christmas movies about dogs? Who knew? Once I found puppy Christmas movies, the search was on for more. Luckily, there are several. Adorable does not even begin to describe, well, adorable doggy Christmas movies. 

And there you have it. I am inexplicably drawn in, by what? It’s certainly not the cheesy acting or dialogue. Now that I have discovered puppy Christmas movies, I can unequivocally say the dogs are the reason. 

Fun fact: the only Christmas movie to receive an Oscar nomination was Miracle on 34th Street (1947). It’s a safe bet none I watched this year will need to worry about reserving a seat at the Oscars. Even the puppy ones. I am grateful, however, actors who didn’t make the cut onto the silver screen still have acting opportunities. Pursue your dreams, I say. Never give up! Christmas movies await those with less than stellar talent, and people like me will sit for hours watching every sappy, cheesy scene. Especially if puppies are involved…..

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