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Saturday, December 29, 2018

Popcorn Kernels: 'Tis The Season

Some mini reviews of Christmas movies I caught in my frantic year-end roundup.

A Christmas Prince: The Royal Wedding

Year: 2018
Director: John Schultz
Cast: Rose McIver, Ben Lamb, Alice Krige
Run Time: 1 hour 32 minutes
Rating: TV-PG

A white lady is engaged to the prince of a fake country, but will political unrest get in the way of their impending nuptials? No, no it won't.

God bless the Motion Picture Corporation of America. The fabulously generic Hallmark-esque movies they produce for Netflix only hit the spot more and more. The original Christmas Prince was mediocre but affably dumb. But this sequel is a top to bottom nuclear blast of earnest good-bad glee, from the vacuous misunderstanding of macroeconomics to the dad who insists that putting inflatables on a Christmas tree is a time-honored American tradition.

This movie embraces crazy-go-nuts plot twists, soap opera zooms, and political intrigue over the wan romantic plot, which is honestly the best decision. The central couple here has never had particularly warm chemistry, and they're not one you root for, and it's not like this franchise's sense of romance is particularly nuanced in the first place (they also fall into the trap of having the only gay characters in the movie fall for each other the second they lock eyes, because they're the only two homosexuals who exist in the entire universe and are thus fated for each other even though one of them has up until that point only served as comic relief because he's an egomaniacal asshole who could only be toxic in an interpersonal relationship, and did I mention that I hate this trope so so much?).

I couldn't possibly do this movie any justice with a longer review, because I'd just be listing lunatic things that happen during the course of its blissfully brief run time (did I mention the heroine threatens a man's life with a bow and arrow in a scene that isn't super treated as a joke? In a Christmas movie!). It's a movie ripe with incident and not bogged down by anything resembling a researched political context, a real theme of any kind, or characters worth digging into any deeper than the layer of cake makeup that gives them all such a creamy milk-pale glow.

Rating: 5/10


Anna and the Apocalypse

Year: 2018
Director: John McPhail
Cast: Ella Hunt, Malcolm Cumming, Sarah Swire
Run Time: 1 hour 33 minutes
MPAA Rating: R

A zombie apocalypse breaks out in a small Scottish town during Christmastime, throwing a wrench into the plans of the local high schoolers. Also, it's a musical.

Anna and the Apocalypse is a zombie Christmas musical, which is something I should love. Instead, I only like it a lot. I suppose I can't complain about that, because it's a delightful romp with catchy tunes, but there are just a few quibbles that refuse to leave my mind. First and foremost is the staging of the musical numbers. The film runs out of steam very fast after a High School Musical inspired cafeteria number with full choreography and a Shaun of the Dead inspired duet between two of the leads, who are completely clueless that a zombie apocalypse is happening all around them (maybe the fact that it's constantly reminding me of other movies is a downside too, come to think of it, considering how original the concept is).

After that, every single musical sequence just asks its performers to stand in place and belt their hearts out, but watching four or five people arrange themselves like statues in a garden for a three or four minute song isn't exactly dynamic cinema. This lack of creativity extends to a lot of the zombie gore sequences too. We get a lot of basic bashing and smashing, although their choice of a sharpened candy cane as their iconic weapon was obviously a good one. They just seem to have squandered most of their budget and preparation in the first half, and the glimmering fun is buried beneath a lot of trope-filled slogging once the apocalypse fully sets in.

That said, I love me the fact that this is a peppy Scottish horror musical unafraid of setting it bubblegum pop tunes atop scenes of grim devastation, not shying away from dire consequences for the main cast, which is much more ensemble-driven than you'd expect from a movie that literally has one person's name in the title. And this cast is all up to snuff, both in the dialogue and musical sequences, though Sarah Swire (playing a queer character that I adore) is certainly the most vocally talented, belting for all she's worth like a grand diva twice her age.

Plus, in addition to its plotty songs, which are mostly fun fluff like the Glee stylings of "Hollywood Ending" and "Turning My Life Around," Anna and the Apocalypse gives us two brand new Christmas classics in the form of the sexy Santa Baby ballad "It's That Time of Year" and the saccharine but melancholic carol "Christmas Means Nothing Without You." Those are tracks that will hit my Christmas rotation with or without the rest of the movie, even though this is certainly a fun stocking stuffer I will revisit time and again throughout the years.

Rating: 7/10

Cola de Mono


Year: 2018
Director: Alberto Fuguet
Cast: Santiago Rodríguez-Costabal, Cristóbal Rodríguez-Costabal, Carmina Riego
Run Time: 1 hour 42 minutes

On the night before Christmas in 1986, two brothers have twisted psychosexual encounters with their sublimated homosexual desires.

There was a time and place for movies about how gay desire twists men and makes them into crazy murderers. That time was the 80's, and they weren't exactly welcome then, but at least that decade had the twisted sensibility to inject them with plenty of camp and glitzy excess. 2018 is not that time though, and as much as Cola de Mono (literally translated to "monkey tail," describing a traditional South American Christmas drink as well as being a bit of a naughty pun) wants to be a Chilean Cruising, it's pretty much just nothing.

In the first act of the film, I held out hope that the pacing was slow to highlight the boredom of a hormonal young man trapped inside with his family on Christmas Eve, but alas I was giving the movie too much credit. The pace stays the exact same throughout, during the moments where it cuts between nothing happening to one brother inside and nothing happening to the other brother outside, though sometimes the shots are out of order in a way that's probably trying to be "Tarantino-esque" but just accomplishes "confusing."

When the film finally erupts into action, it's so cheaply realized and shoddily edited that it would almost have been better if it never happened at all. The only bright spot of this insufferably overlong movie (when the movie cuts to several years later instead of just ending, it's like a slap to the face) is Carmina Riego as the overworked mom. She's the mistress of a resentful dinner table, and she vamps it up into the rafters. Beyond that, don't waste your time on this one. Not that you needed me to tell you that, because you've probably never heard of this one to begin with. Oops. I went out of my way for nothing.

Rating: 2/10

The Grinch


Year: 2018
Director: Yarrow Cheney, Scott Mosier
Cast: Benedict Cumberbatch, Cameron Seely, Rashida Jones
Run Time: 1 hour 26 minutes
MPAA Rating: PG


He's a mean one, that Mr. Grinch.

Look, everybody knows we didn't need another version of the Grinch tale, especially one as toothless and plasticine as the type of story being told by Illumination Entertainment. Literally the only addition this film makes to the Grinch mythology is the fact that the Whos sing two Christmas songs with specifically religious elements ("God Rest Ye Merry Gentlemen" and "Silent Night"), leading me to question if there is a Who Jesus. But beyond that, no. Nothing added, nothing gained.

Plus, they're definitely playing jazz with the original poem, adding some godawful rhyming couplets to beef out the run time, and giving Cindy Lou Who a whole bunch of aimless slapstick that doesn't drive the plot in any particular direction for about a third of the movie. And Benedict Cumberbatch is giving a nasal, wobbly performance that doesn't befit his skills at all, he should have just stepped aside and let Jim Parsons do his thing.

But with all that said, it's still, y'know, cute. There are a couple fun design elements, my favorite being the elevator fashioned from a cushy chair that the Grinch uses to navigate his mountaintop abode. And by far my favorite sequence involves a group of relentlessly cheerful carolers being perceived by the Grinch as a zombie-esque horde chasing him through the streets, an excellent bit of quasi-expressionism that is simultaneously hilarious and deeply chilling.

Look, I will never ever ever think about this movie again, but it did its job and it went home, and I can't say I'm mad at it? It just sort of exists, and it's a perfectly functional piece when it does. So that at least makes it better than The Secret Life of Pets! Thank goodness for small favors.

Rating: 6/10
Word Count: 1547
Reviews In This Series
A Christmas Prince (Zamm, 2017)
A Christmas Prince: The Royal Wedding (Schultz, 2018)

Monday, December 25, 2017

Popcorn Kernels: A Christmas Double Feature

Merry Christmas, to all who celebrate it! In honor of the holiday, and the endless terrible movie options it provides, today I'm doling out some mini-reviews for two of Netflix's attempts to snatch the Hallmark Channel's weave.


A Christmas Prince
Year: 2017
Director: Alex Zamm
Cast: Rose McIver, Ben Lamb, Alice Krige
Run Time: 1 hour 32 minutes
MPAA Rating: PG

A plucky journalist masquerades as a tutor to gain access to the royal palace of Aldovia in the days leading to the coronation of its playboy prince. She wants a scoop, but she might just find a heaping helping of love.


There are certain films that inspire me to hop to it and start writing. My mixed-but-positive review of The Greatest Showman just poured out of me, because I had a lot to say as I parsed out what exactly my feelings were. It's even easier to write a negative review trashing a film like, say, any Saw movie. Then there's A Christmas Prince, which makes writing a review feel like squeezing molasses out of a pinhole.  It's so effortfully bland that it's no fun to talk about, and it's even less fun to watch.

Sure, there are some solid bad-good moments, like the poorly thought-out set design (a cover photo in the background of the magazine publishing office has a headline that just reads "Pop Singer") or the fact that this is set in the fictional land of Aldovia, which is presumably in Eastern Europe given its small size and disproportionate orphan population, but every character just has a British accent because we're not really pretending that this isn't Prince Harry fan fiction.

But otherwise, this is listlessly predictable drivel that even Jane Austen would judge as being too chaste for her liking. Does the girl get the Prince? I mean, yeah. Duh. Is the lead character clumsy in a way that's supposed to make her flawed enough to be believable, but also not enough that we will notice when it's totally dropped midway through act 2? Hell yes! Are there stakes present within a hundred mile radius? Unfortunately not. A Christmas Prince has been getting a lot of buzz due to this notorious Tweet from Netflix, but really those viral marketing geniuses should have turned their sights toward that other scrap of streaming holiday fare...

Rating: 3/10

Christmas Inheritance
Year: 2017
Director: Ernie Barbarash
Cast: Eliza Taylor, Jake Lacy, Andie MacDowell 
Run Time: 1 hour 44 minutes
MPAA Rating: PG

The heiress of a Christmas gift company (?) must fulfill her father's annual tradition with his business partner, delivering him a Christmas letter incognito in the small town of Snow Falls, in order to prove her worthiness at taking over the company. While she's trapped by a snowstorm, she learns the true meaning of Christmas giving from the small town hicks she is forced to spend time with.

Do you feel that spray? That's the water A Christmas Prince is being blown out of. Christmas Inheritance is everything I was looking for from a terrible Hallmark Christmas spectacular. For one thing, the cast is infinitely better, featuring a couple people I've actually heard of. Jake Lacy for one, who was engineered in a lab to be the perfect bland white love interest and has actually been in real movies (Obvious Child, How to Be Single, Miss Sloane, Carol). The other being Andie MacDowell, who was last seen being a deliciously campy cougar in Magic Mike XXL, and who delivers what would be called an extended cameo if she wasn't in so damn much of the movie.

Toss them into a Canadian tax shelter helmed by the writer of Cube 2: Hypercube, and you've got yourself a recipe for something pretty special. This is exactly what I was imagining when we sat down to watch A Christmas Prince: a workplace that's weirdly specific and Christmas related, a non-threatening small town love interest with an ice sculpting habit and an ex-wife (proving he's marriage material and giving him a wounded, sensitive heart in one fell swoop), and an infinitely contrived plot (there's no reason for the main character to be incognito except to add a wrinkle right when it seems impossibly obvious that they should end up together, and the importance the entire town places on this Christmas Letter tradition is frankly mystifying).

There is such a plethora of bad-good fun to be had here, the best example being the magically elastic size of this small town (Snow Falls is so small they have no cell service and only one taxi, but it's big enough to need a taxi, but also that taxi is run by the guy who manages the hotel, and there's only one diner that's the central spot in town, except there's also a huge bar and grill where an important leg of the love triangle takes place, and there's only one cop and one homeless person, but there's also a huge Apple store, and I'm just so confused). But I also had a great time with the Mickey Mouse saxophone score that follows every emotion like a curious little brother, the constant bizarre dialogue about the true meaning of Christmas, and just every contrived scrap of this plot, which doesn't feel overlong somehow even though it lasts a good ten minutes longer than any TV movie has any right to be.

There's just one thing that sinks the movie like a stone. The main character has a rude, businessman fiancé who we're not supposed to be too terribly cut up about her leaving. This is all par for the course, but that fiancé is one of only two black men in the movie, and the theme of a city woman finding joy in the fundamentals of life does involve her leaving an interracial relationship to return to a Pillsbury Doughboy of a man in a small town filled with almost exclusively white people. I'm going to optimistically assume that this was a hideously misguided attempt at showcasing diversity in casting instead of a conscious political move, but that's pretty disgusting in today's political climate. So... that happened. For me, it was just another element of its campy, clueless fundamentalism, but I'm not really the right person to dig into exactly how damaging this is. It just needed to be mentioned before we close out.

Anyway, I had a lot of fun with Christmas Inheritance. It provided me exactly what I wanted: a glimpse into the fantasies of the type of people who watch and make these movies, and as a psychological portrait of a world I have no part of, it was extremely delightful.

Rating: 6/10

Now, just for fun, a list of things that both films have exactly in common:
  • Opening credits featuring a jaunty Christmas tune over stock footage of New York City
  • A meet-cute involving a taxi
  • A Plucky Woman finding True Love while traveling for work
  • The Plucky Woman masquerading as somebody else
  • That same Plucky Woman proving how relatable she is by clumsily tripping into half a dozen priceless objects
  • The Plucky Woman's mother has passed away, which she reveals to the Man at a key emotional moment
  • A walk in the snow leads to the discovery of a secret about the Man's beautiful soul
  • A hometown diner run by a family member
  • The tabloids' reports on debauchery are just grotesquely exaggerated accounts of things like doing cartwheels or having snowball fights with orphans
  • Fatherly advice from a dude who's acting really hard
  • Stakes so low they're actually subterranean
  • Exactly one kiss
Word Count: 1233
Reviews In This Series
A Christmas Prince (Zamm, 2017)