long story short, I am the shallowest of viewers
And in this year's edition of Em's Mortifying Movie Preferences (this shit always seems to happen around Christmas): A Princess for Christmas, or Christmas At Castlebury Hall depending on which release you're watching. It's a 90-minute cheesefest with an extra side helping of cornball, as well as a dash of iffy-to-awful acting (particularly in the beginning).
But it has Katie McGrath in it, so naturally I loved the damn thing.
I am of course a cheeseball and a hopeless romantic and okay, fine, there's a few Hallmark movies that don't make me giggle helplessly at how terrible they are (see: Help For the Holidays because FRICKING SUMMER GLAU AS AN ELF IT'S TOO CUTE TO BE ALLOWED), so there are legitimate reasons why I might not dislike this movie. But let's face it, it all boils down to the same damn reasons I didn't laugh my ass off all the way through Thomas Kincaid's freaking Christmas Cottage--a gorgeous actor parading around in various scarves and knit caps and, in this case, a gorgeous sparkly dress. Oh, Katie, gorgeous, talented, beautiful Katie, I remain unsure as to whether I want to kiss you or be you. Ugh.
But it has Katie McGrath in it, so naturally I loved the damn thing.
I am of course a cheeseball and a hopeless romantic and okay, fine, there's a few Hallmark movies that don't make me giggle helplessly at how terrible they are (see: Help For the Holidays because FRICKING SUMMER GLAU AS AN ELF IT'S TOO CUTE TO BE ALLOWED), so there are legitimate reasons why I might not dislike this movie. But let's face it, it all boils down to the same damn reasons I didn't laugh my ass off all the way through Thomas Kincaid's freaking Christmas Cottage--a gorgeous actor parading around in various scarves and knit caps and, in this case, a gorgeous sparkly dress. Oh, Katie, gorgeous, talented, beautiful Katie, I remain unsure as to whether I want to kiss you or be you. Ugh.