I have a penchant for bad Christmas movies. You know the type... so bad, they're good. This yawn-fest didn't even live up to that low standard.
Hallmark can almost always gloss over a bad script in a Christmas movie, and sometimes even bad acting, by decorating the whole thing up and making it look like Christmas exploded all over it. Bright, shiny decorations abound, right? No, not here. It was dreary, and you had to look hard for any sighting of Christmas. That was the real mystery here. Where's Christmas? Just because there's a glimpse of a tree and a lot of yammering about plum pudding doesn't cut it.
If anyone didn't guess the murderer right away, they must have had this on in the background while they cleaned their house and paid the bills. The murderer is obvious and blatantly eccentric.
As Christmas movies go, this felt like the day after Christmas - depressing. As mysteries go, it seemed almost stupid on purpose.
Hallmark can almost always gloss over a bad script in a Christmas movie, and sometimes even bad acting, by decorating the whole thing up and making it look like Christmas exploded all over it. Bright, shiny decorations abound, right? No, not here. It was dreary, and you had to look hard for any sighting of Christmas. That was the real mystery here. Where's Christmas? Just because there's a glimpse of a tree and a lot of yammering about plum pudding doesn't cut it.
If anyone didn't guess the murderer right away, they must have had this on in the background while they cleaned their house and paid the bills. The murderer is obvious and blatantly eccentric.
As Christmas movies go, this felt like the day after Christmas - depressing. As mysteries go, it seemed almost stupid on purpose.