I don't like scary movies. Or, at least, that's been my line for at least twenty years. I don't like to be scared and if scary movies aren't scary, they are dumb, and I don't like to watch dumb things either. But my husband has been waging a quiet campaign to get me interested in horror. When we first got together, he offered to watch all seven seasons of the Gilmore Girls if I would agree to watch Alien and The Conjuring. Then we watched Get Out and Midsommar, which are incredible pieces of cinema that just happen to be scary. Lately, we've been watching our way through the Mike Flanagan shows on Netflix, like Haunting of Hill House and Midnight Mass, which are basically eight-hour-long explorations of Flanagan's feelings about addiction and religion with some scary stuff thrown in. And...like...maybe I'm starting to like scary things? Scary-ish things?

Not that Lisa Frankenstein is scary, per se. There's a lot of ickiness: bugs, decay, grave dirt, blood, and multiple electrocutions. But while Lisa may appear to be a plucky rom-com heroine at the beginning of the movie, by the end she's something else entirely. She's the villain, and it's fabulous.

For this month's movie review, I wanted to review a college romance since the whole Game Day Series is now available. I googled around, trying to find something suitable, but I wasn't super excited about any of my choices. Then I mentioned it to my husband and he immediately said, "So you're gonna do Beautiful Disaster, right?"

Bridgerton has been one of my favorite series in the past few years. I read the Julia Quinn novels when I was first getting into romance. When the first season came out I was thrilled with the color-blind casting, the lush costumes and settings, and the soundtrack made up of classical versions of pop songs. Season two took a little longer to get me, but by the time Anthony tries to slap a bee off Kate's shoulder I was hooked. Netflix, clearly knowing what they had, decided to split season three into two parts. What a tease! I was intending to put off watching part one until part two was streaming, but I recently found myself with a free night and a hankering for regency romance, so I went for it. There are spoilers below for the first two seasons, so proceed with caution!

Like many Americans of European-mutt descent, I'm enamored with Ireland. While I'm peripherally aware that it is a high functioning nation with a robust tech sector, there is a part of me that continues to believe that Ireland is ruled by a fairy king and everyone who lives there is a poet-farmer descended from leprechauns who subsists on Guinness, potatoes, and British tears. My husband and I visited in 2021, and the week we spent there did nothing to dispel this fantasy. Everyone we met was incredibly friendly, every stone was infused with history, and it was exactly as green as expected. Take a look at this terrible picture I took out of a bus window because I was so thrilled by the reality of cows and hedgerows:

In Christmas With the Campbells, Jesse (Brittany Snow) is preparing to go back to her boyfriend Shawn's (Alex Moffat) house for Christmas when he unexpectedly breaks up with her. "We kept the fights clean and the sex dirty" he says through a smarmy grin, but now he needs his freedom because he's about to interview for a big deal finance job that will promote him from douchebro to King Douche. Jesse is upset, but mostly because now she's missing Christmas with his family. When she talks to his parents (Julia Duffy and George Wendt), they tell her to join them for Christmas anyway, and Jesse agrees. After all, Shawn has cancelled his trip home to prepare for his interview, and she can spend one last Christmas decorating cookies and antiquing with the family she wished she had. When Shawn's cousin David (Justin Long) unexpectedly arrives for the holiday, Jesse finds herself connecting with him in a way that she never did with Shawn. But when Shawn decides to come home for Christmas after all, she'll have to choose between the man she thought she wanted and the one who can give her what she needs.

One of my very favorite things in the world is the How Did This Get Made podcast. It's a podcast where three comedians and their friends talk about bad movies, and they cover everything from obscure 80s sci-fi to the new Fast and the Furious movie. Every year, they cover at least one Christmas movie, and this year they picked a real doozy.

When Last Christmas came out back in 2019, I was torn. On the one hand, it was a Christmas romance starring Emilia Clarke and Henry Golding, and it looked silly and cute. But it also looked sad, and I don't like rom-drams nearly as much as rom-coms. And there was something about the preview that told me these two weren't actually going to get a happy ending. I knew there was a twist, and I thought Henry Golding was going to turn out to be Emilia Clarke's therapist and he was trying out some sort of innovative treatment where he takes her on dates and makes her fall in love with him and it turns out he's been lying and manipulating her the whole time. When they ended up together I'd have to forget everything I know about appropriate doctor-patient relationships in order to enjoy it. Well I will tell you, there is in fact a twist, but boy o boy did I not see it coming.

Sometimes I think that if I ever get tired of writing romance novels (not likely 😉) I would write mystery novels instead. I love a well-crafted mystery that perfectly paces the clues so the reader figures out the solution right along with the detective. I particularly love a cozy mystery set in a charming small community, and if you give me fall vibes I'm sold. So I was excited to start this year's Holiday Movie Extravaganza with something new from Hallmark--a Christmas romance that is ALSO A MYSTERY! Ground-breaking!

I love Thanksgiving. It's unabashedly a holiday about stuffing your face and then collapsing into a food coma, which are two of my favorite activities. It's the only day of the year on which it is not only acceptable, but expected, to eat a full stick of butter over the course of your meal. For this reason, it's not exactly a romantic holiday. So, after I got home, put away the leftovers, and settled down to digest a week's worth of food, I was delighted to find Pumpkin Pie Wars. While it is not technically a Thanksgiving movie, it got me primed for my upcoming Holiday Movie Extravaganza and had enough food porn that I considered some day eating again.