Daily delight: White Christmas

[stgulik]

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.

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[iqeret.livejournal.com]

On the surface, since I first saw WhChr on TV, it's been a sort of personal challenge to catch it; initially, there weren't all of the internet tv guides and I didn't have cable (or the DVD) at the time.

I hadn't really analysed before, but as a spur of the moment guess, I'd say that watching it on TV makes it, in a way, a shared Christmas experience. Whoever else may or may not be around me (and it's been anywhere from solo at home to a few dozen others at the public library), I know that there are hundreds (thousands?) who are also enjoying a little slice of nostalgic Christmas spirit.