Cold corporate city chick Riley, ventures out to quaint Vermont to shut down a company that makes outerwear and learns the value of having a heart.
During this festive time we get a lot of these types of heart tugging propaganda. To remind those who lost the spirit of Christmas to re-visit good will towards people. Especially in a time where most towns are devastated by big business coldly killing off American labor. This time it's an outerwear company, thinly disguised for Patagonia.
Abigail Hawk, as Riley, is atrocious. Sorry Abby, as Nicole Kidman doll-like as she is, her constant mugging as she delivers dialogue wouldn't be the problem if it weren't that it is incongruous to what she is saying. She persistently chooses the wrong facial expression in every scene. It's laughable. A perfect example of cold city fish earns a heart is better shown in "Curly Sue." Kelly Lynch is a much better stoic raider whose eventual arc has a heartwarming bend.
It may also be the writing. As a very straightforward template..it's fine but boy, does it struggle to shoehorn exposition everywhere. The lines are corny and flat and...chuckling at your own jokes doesn't make the audience endear themselves to you if the dialogue is bad. It's bad. Meanwhile, the "love interest" Wyatt is a Patrick Dempsey standin who isn't all that charming. With as much energy as the great Howard Hesseman can muster, this is a flat check for him, a throwaway Morgan Fairchild and a (clearly bored) Chevy Chase. One wonders if this isn't the real Chase. He plays an obnoxious president/founder of a corporate raider company. These old SNL guys dig that role. Bill Murray in "Scrooged" comes to mind.
Anyway, this incredibly bland movie gets a lump of coal. Sorry guys, director Fred Olan Ray seems to have choked the life from an already tired plot. And you can find better Hallmark movies out there. This seems to have been slapped together within a week.
Review of A Christmas in Vermont
