Where do I start?
First of all, we hit the ground running with environmental agendas...my woke-o-meter went off right away...I weary of being pandered and lectured to by "Hollywood."
Then, we meet a father and daughter played by actors 4 years apart in actual age (She's 32, he's 36). How does that even happen? They don't even try to make "Dad" look older.
Now...let's get to the meat of the silliness. We're supposed to believe that a young, petite woman has a snowball's chance in hell (note the wintery reference) of competing and winning against actual lumberjacks who've years of experience in lumberjack events that she can barely perform, let alone do them at a championship level. (Note: she can't start a chainsaw or hit within a foot of a practice mark with an axe.)
Then, we're supposed to believe that there is a $50,000 grand prize AND she has a chance of winning it. Fat chance.
We do have an African-American ex-boyfriend. Culturally and geographically highly unlikely and yet, VERY woke...well done. We also check a "Hallmark box" for vaguely ethnic best friend.
The "superstar" lumberjack champion who is guesting at the event is another petite woman, complete with cheek implants and collagen-injected lips...yea, I'm buying that.
Throw in a beta male lead, an EMT mind you, who's afraid of his own shadow and needs to be told that a doe is a female deer and how fire works...plus the native girl intends to use New York pepper spray for back-country protection against predatory animals. These are just dumbbbb plot details.
If I were to deduce the mental age the film-makers assume for the viewers, I'd suppose single digits. And yet, this would be hard for toddlers to believe.
Ugh...give me a break.
First of all, we hit the ground running with environmental agendas...my woke-o-meter went off right away...I weary of being pandered and lectured to by "Hollywood."
Then, we meet a father and daughter played by actors 4 years apart in actual age (She's 32, he's 36). How does that even happen? They don't even try to make "Dad" look older.
Now...let's get to the meat of the silliness. We're supposed to believe that a young, petite woman has a snowball's chance in hell (note the wintery reference) of competing and winning against actual lumberjacks who've years of experience in lumberjack events that she can barely perform, let alone do them at a championship level. (Note: she can't start a chainsaw or hit within a foot of a practice mark with an axe.)
Then, we're supposed to believe that there is a $50,000 grand prize AND she has a chance of winning it. Fat chance.
We do have an African-American ex-boyfriend. Culturally and geographically highly unlikely and yet, VERY woke...well done. We also check a "Hallmark box" for vaguely ethnic best friend.
The "superstar" lumberjack champion who is guesting at the event is another petite woman, complete with cheek implants and collagen-injected lips...yea, I'm buying that.
Throw in a beta male lead, an EMT mind you, who's afraid of his own shadow and needs to be told that a doe is a female deer and how fire works...plus the native girl intends to use New York pepper spray for back-country protection against predatory animals. These are just dumbbbb plot details.
If I were to deduce the mental age the film-makers assume for the viewers, I'd suppose single digits. And yet, this would be hard for toddlers to believe.
Ugh...give me a break.