Believe me when I say that I've seen my fair share of sappy hallmark type Christmas movies (and I hate myself for it), but this one is by far the sappiest, corniest, most far fetched, over the top nauseatingly sweet piece of torture I have ever endured. Good lord, every single thing is perfect...the lead character, her family, her job, her outlook on life and love (despite being like 40 and never experiencing the latter yet having a job that requires her giving advice about it). I threw up in my mouth a little when she gets a flat and the guy who rescues her just happens to have enough perfectly seasoned hot chocolate to share while he fixes her tire. And somehow there is so much time in his days that he has enough hours to be able to work in like 15 different places, and still be able to hang out with her everyday. The only thing that isn't perfect about this movie is the chemistry between the main characters. There is none. Nada. Zero. Zilch. I'm more passionate about cottage cheese than they are for each other. But alas, I watched the whole stupid thing. Why do I do this to myself?!? I must be subconsciously punishing myself for something horrible I did in a past life or something. Don't do it. You'll hate yourself in the morning.
Review of Dear Christmas
