Ever since America decided to be stupid, I have been consoling myself with Hallmark Christmas movies. They’re oddly addicting and comforting-no orange toupees or shit spewing spinners for people who have orange toupees. But upon reflection, they are oddly sexist. Seeing how I’ve seen about fifteen or so of these movies in the past month-they repeat the same ones A LOT.
Why no new blog entry? Well, there were just so many of them and I was moving. To be fair though, I really did think about reviewing A Broadcast Christmas which starred 90’s reject stars-such as Sabrina the Teenage Witch, Lisa from Sister Sister, and Superman himself- aka Dean Cain. And since I give a Dean Cain reading, I though that one until I saw Dean Cain and was like ew no. We’re going to have to change the Dean Cain rating since he should not be playing a love interest anymore. In fact, seeing and hearing Dean Cain in that movie sort of made me ditch my old review formula all together, besides the fact that Cain is a huge Dump supporter and, well, any nostalgia crush I had on him has been rendered dead three times over. He could still look like he did in the 90’s and I would’ve ditched the formula after his support for Dump.
Anyways, when I saw A Dream of Christmas it sort of epitomized the problem I have with a lot of these movies that the internalize sexism.
If you look at my Twitter feed I went on a rant about this one right after I watched it. Pretty much it boils down to this: Hallmark likes to go on the trope that professional women are cold and evil and need the love of a man to be whole.
Guys, it’s not true.
I know, I know, everyone wants/need a man per Hallmark and being ambitious is evil. But it’s not.
And often when I watch these movies it makes me angry how Hallmark emphasizes this.
A Dream of Christmas illustrates this. The basis of the movie is that this woman gets pissed off at her slacker husband. Okay, he’s not exactly a true slacker but he is a bit of a dick. She’s trying to get a promotion at her job-I think it was marketing, but she’s like a copy editor- and he’s more like bitch, we need to readjust our schedule ’cause I got to get pictures of some reindeer for my book thing.
Note, I don’t think he had an actual book deal just an idea for a book which makes the whole thing even more ridiculous. Anyway, so Meg/Peg (I can’t pinpoint which one was her name and I deleted the film from my DVR) gripes about this with her sister at the mall when Shirley-Cindy Williams from Laverne and Shirley- overhears and decides to teach Meg/Peg a crappy Hallmark lesson.
This creepy lesson occurs when Meg/Peg puts the angel on the Christmas tree, falls out and ends up in a swanky house with a faux white tree-throughout the movie we’re told how “bad” artificial trees are. Which pisses me off because all I’ve ever had is an artificial tree thanks to Dad and the allergies that he passed on to his progeny (meaning me and my sister). Anyway, Meg/Peg finds out that she’s no longer married but is actually doing something other than seeing if some executive uses proper punctuation marks and flips out when she realizes she’s not married to Stew the Dick.Meg/Peg’s responsibilities are eased though when her assistant-there’s always an assistant-gives her an updated Working Girl makeover complete with several outfits that would get you sent home from the office. Though, I guess, Meg/Peg doesn’t have to care because she’s the mother fucking Barracuda.
Oh yeah, they call her the Barracuda. Only thing is to me, I didn’t see Meg/Peg as that tough. It didn’t fit with her character. I mean, there save for a couple of what is sitting in some random intern’s cubicle scene there’s nothing Big Bad Bitch about her. Even the makeover she gets really didn’t do much for her except add a little curl to her hair and dare I say make her look even softer which is ridiculous. Somehow she lands some rich guy who owns an apartment store’s account though and Hallmark cues the love interest music-though nothing ever develops between these two since Meg/Peg decides to use Stew the Dick as her photographer.
Because apparently Shirley didn’t do her job right and dick still exists in this world.
Speaking of Shirley, in this movie, maybe they should rename her character “the devil” becuase this lady does nothing to help Meg/Peg in fact I have to say she’s the bitchest out of bitch characters in this movie. She takes an off handed remark from a venting session and makes a mountain of suffering-aka about eighty minutes of viewing time-over it. To be fair, we wouldn’t have had a movie otherwise BUT it was more than a little annoying.
Shirley does eventually figure out that she fucked up though and tells Meg/Peg to stay away from the dick. Meg/Peg doesn’t listen though so Shirley Devil has to invent a fiance for Stew. Meg/Peg of course doesn’t have any option but to tell the truth.
Instead, she just sort of cries around like Jennifer Garner did in Thirteen Going on Thirty and whines about how she wants her old life-crappy life and docuhey husband and wakes up getting both.
And has a complete psychotic breakdown because of it.
Okay, that part is not true. At least Hallmark would tell you it wasn’t. They would tell you that Meg/Peg than finds joy that despite getting a professional promotion that she quits her job to do marketing her loser hubby and the movie pretty much ends after that while any feminist who is watching the movie goes to gouge his/her eyes out.
To be fair, I have seen worse Hallmark movies, but it flummoxes my mind that in 2016 sexist ideas such as professional women=over ambitious bitches who have little to no personal lives just make me so angry. Maybe it is because I am a professional woman. I worked years to get my law licenses and to get a job that I felt was meaningful, and it pisses me off that this movie acts like professional achievements mean so little. And especially that a woman like Meg/Peg would throw it away for Stew the Dick.
Look, I get what this movie was trying to do but at the end of the day the message is mixed at best.
Overall Rating: A big fat C.