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Daily delight: White Christmas
Not here--we don't get snow in Central California. I mean the movie. My daily delight was, I yelled at one of my least-favorite films.
This is kind of a holiday tradition, in the spirit of my larger sense of ambiguity over the entire Christmas season.
It's one of those movies I love to hate, I guess. In case you happen to like it, I won't list the reasons I do not, because they will only bring you down. Suffice to say, it is a lengthy list.
I only agree to watch with my husband (who loves it) on the firm understanding that at the part where Betty hears a rumor that Bob is going to go behind the back of his beloved general and make a big TV show that exploits the poor man's hardships, my husband will indulge me as I yell at the television screen.
"Jesus Christ, Betty! Tell Bob why you're mad at him! Don't just run off to New York, you passive-aggressive chowderhead!"
Nobody should watch "White Christmas" with me. Too noisy.
This is kind of a holiday tradition, in the spirit of my larger sense of ambiguity over the entire Christmas season.
It's one of those movies I love to hate, I guess. In case you happen to like it, I won't list the reasons I do not, because they will only bring you down. Suffice to say, it is a lengthy list.
I only agree to watch with my husband (who loves it) on the firm understanding that at the part where Betty hears a rumor that Bob is going to go behind the back of his beloved general and make a big TV show that exploits the poor man's hardships, my husband will indulge me as I yell at the television screen.
"Jesus Christ, Betty! Tell Bob why you're mad at him! Don't just run off to New York, you passive-aggressive chowderhead!"
Nobody should watch "White Christmas" with me. Too noisy.