I don't know where to start with this film which has me chewing my knuckles at every cringeworthy turn. I appreciate that this should be a typical Hallmark feel-good production, but it should still attempt to show at least a modicum of authenticity.
This was clearly filmed in Ireland, which is evident not from the backdrop, but the proliferation of Irish accents, and absolutely dreadful attempts at Scottish accents. The interjection of Scots words was so contrived that it sounded like nails being drawn down a blackboard.
The film is basically about as Scottish as McDonald's!
The plot itself was predictable, which is standard for this genre, but made no sense whatsoever. Other reviews have touched on the nonsense of having siblings as duke and duchess, but the way that this community was portrayed as passively worshipping their betters was embarrassing.
Spirit has to be matured for the years to be know as whisky, because unlike this film nobody in Scotland, other than American tourists call it Scotch. The fantasy continues with highland fling dance offs and references to wearing shorts under your kilt are proof positive that the scriptwriter has never been to Scaaatchland and wouldn't be able to point it out on a map.
This was clearly filmed in Ireland, which is evident not from the backdrop, but the proliferation of Irish accents, and absolutely dreadful attempts at Scottish accents. The interjection of Scots words was so contrived that it sounded like nails being drawn down a blackboard.
The film is basically about as Scottish as McDonald's!
The plot itself was predictable, which is standard for this genre, but made no sense whatsoever. Other reviews have touched on the nonsense of having siblings as duke and duchess, but the way that this community was portrayed as passively worshipping their betters was embarrassing.
Spirit has to be matured for the years to be know as whisky, because unlike this film nobody in Scotland, other than American tourists call it Scotch. The fantasy continues with highland fling dance offs and references to wearing shorts under your kilt are proof positive that the scriptwriter has never been to Scaaatchland and wouldn't be able to point it out on a map.