As Paul McCartney sang in the worst Christmas song of all time, "The moon is right / The spirit's up / We're here tonight / And that's enough." With no offense to Macca, that might not be enough to get the festive spirit coursing through your veins. That's okay. If you're simply not having a wonderful Christmastime at this point in the season, you may need something stronger—like, say, a Christmas movie. The holiday film is one of the rare genres of cinema that doesn't judge on the merit of prestige, but rather the potential to make your heart grow three sizes.
As Paul McCartney sang in the worst Christmas song of all time, "The moon is right / The spirit's up / We're here tonight / And that's enough." With no offense to Macca, that might not be enough to get the festive spirit coursing through your veins. That's okay. If you're simply not having a wonderful Christmastime at this point in the season, you may need something stronger—like, say, a Christmas movie. The holiday film is one of the rare genres of cinema that doesn't judge on the merit of prestige, but rather the potential to make your heart grow three sizes. A holiday countdown of hot garbage. 'Tis the season to pretend you know what "mulled" means. The first in a series of stories from F. Scott Fitzgerald, which debuted in the January 1940 issue of Esquire. Never before has the world seen such a merry meeting. Claus. Murray. Brandy. Naughty. Nice. Naughty. Our favorite festive tales have no shortage of warm fuzzies, but they're also morbid, modern, and, occasionally, downright hilarious. In this classic fable by Dylan Thomas, a man remembers the fantastical Christmases past of his boyhood. |
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