Watched: 11/28/2024
Format: Netflix
Viewing: First
Director: Maclain Nelson
Selection: Sorta Jamie/ Sorta Me
Jamie was working on stuffing and rolls for Thanksgiving dinner, and I was cleaning up and doing some Christmas decorating. And, THAT, friends, is when you put on a Hallmark movie.
Last year we accidentally watched the sequel to this one (and I forgot to write it up, natch), so, being a pair of curious cats, Jamie and I landed on the original formula: Haul Out the Holly (2022) - now on Netflix.
Here's what I'll say about Haul Out The Holly: if someone is going to make you watch a Hallmark movie, this is a bad representative of the old archetype and more a reflection of the trends to stop making the same movie over and over. Like a few from this period, it's trying to be a real movie. Maybe not a good or memorable movie, but a real comedy with a wacky premise, zany neighbors, and jokes, which is not Hallmark's strong suit. They do better with movies that are the equivalent of a Glade Plug-In turned up half-way. But, this movie is just a sort of lo-fi version of an 00's-era Christmas comedy, but so steeped in the very specific idea of what it is, it can just seems unhinged. And cheerfully unhinged, is, actually the point.
Ie: The folks making this knew exactly what they were doing.
It's also a chance for Chabert to step out from *sincere* Hallmark movies without going 100% meta, and, instead, engage in a wacky comedy, which I am sure she welcomed after laughs in most Hallmark movies that are really a sort of soft, inward smile at best. And, well, "wacky" comedy. I did laugh a few times as intended, especially at the neighbor who takes the cookie contest very seriously, played by Melissa Peterman.* I'm just not sure the jokes are there in quite the way the movie wishes they were, which might be writing, directing, editing... I don't know and don't care.
But every time you think you're about to turn on the movie, the movie leans into the absurdity, and you know - they're just having fun making this dumb movie that doesn't make any sense.
The plot is: Chabert breaks up with her dopey boyfriend and goes home for Christmas, only to find out her parents aren't just leaving for Florida, they're going on a condo-hunting trip and plan to move away. Left at her parents' sprawling Salt Lake City McMansion, somehow she's wrapped up in the Christmas Craziness of her parents' street - a place where people practically poop peppermint and Christmas is about ugly sweaters, cookie contests, yard decorations, and basically the higher-end Christmas decorations for one's yard and home. It has nothing to do with family gatherings, church, presents or anything else. It's a weird little Christmas-themed cult they've got going, where the HOA President is authorized to cite house guests for inadequate yard nutcrackers.
Chabert left town in part because of her parents' Christmas obsession, but now that she's back, and because she decides she wants to jump the HOA president, she's into it.
Here's the thing - this movie knows how annoying it's own premise is. But by knowing how nuts it is, they just lean into it more, like a dare. "Well, you're still here watching this!"
It's... fine? For what it is? Chabert makes a curiously good straight man?
Anyhoo... It absolutely finished in less than 90 minutes, and I like that.
*who was apparently one of the two hookers from Fargo if you need a blast from the past
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