What Happens When You Spend A Week Watching Christmas 24?

Day 4: My Christmas Inn 

This review is going to be a short one because I have a terrible Christmas cold, which is unfortunate, as this movie was relatively enjoyable.

My Dad who has been flitting in and out of the room over the past four days remarked, “so another person from the big city has moved to a small town?”  My famously unobservant father managed to hit the nail on the head within 15 minutes of the film starting.

For those following on Twitter you will know that my Mum’s Christmas sing-a-long delayed my dinner and gave me a late start.

Armed with pasta, ibuprofen and a hot toddy I sniffled my way through this movie, and I was pleasantly surprised with the quality. This could be down to my fragile state, but it was a rather delightful holiday tale compared to the previous three.

Directed by Peter Sullivan and starring one half of the iconic 90’s teen duo Sister Sister, it tells the (repetitive) story of Jen (Tia Mowry-Hardict), a commercial director who inherits a sleepy Alaskan inn. Despite being up for a big promotion at the height of her career, she takes a vacation to check the place out. Jen finds her big city heart melting as she falls in love with the town, and the local sleigh builder Brian (Rob Mayes), inspiring a complete life overhaul.

The inn and its deceased Great Aunt-owner were pillars of the town’s festive cheer. The locals don’t want to see it sold off but Jen may as well be Pour It Up because all she can see is signs, all she can see is dollar signs. The infuriating Hallmark codes and conventions come out to play, as Jen and Brian enter the ‘candy cane-toss festival’, engage in a toss-off and begin to fall in love. We’ve all been there, Jen.  Immaturity aside, their romance has been the easiest to swallow (ha, I lied).

To cut a short review even shorter (really sorry about this, my brain isn’t working today), I didn’t make it to the end of this movie. I woke up to find my hair fused to my cheek with my own snot, but a quick look on Wikipedia has sadly debunked my theory of what happened to Jen and her inn.

Spoiler alert: if you want to see some Christmas carnage, this movie won’t deliver.

Turns out she returns to the city; regrets her decision; rejects her promotion; doesn’t sell the inn to a big bad franchisee and moves to Alaska to toss her hoop on Brian’s candy canes.

In all seriousness this film was well thought out and executed to a tolerable standard. If it happens to be on telly and you have nothing better to do, I reckon you would be alright. This could be the temperature talking though, it was probably absolute crap just like all the rest!

The fifth movie, Poinsettias for Christmas (2018) will start tonight at 7pm. Watch along with me (Sky 325 | Virgin 419 | BT 513) and follow my live Tweeting @bloggybalboa.

Elizabeth Howlett

Elizabeth Howlett

Multi-platform journalist and film psychoanalyst who loves 80s films, but doesn’t think much of John Hughes. Horror and fantasy theory is her jam and she can quote anything at the drop of a hat. Her brain holds more pop culture references than you can shake a stick at and she hums the theme to Jurassic Park without realising. Heir to the throne and rightful queen of puns – you owe her your allegiance.
Elizabeth Howlett