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Sunday, December 19, 2021

Beware The Hallmark Christmas Movie


Director Plans Anti-Hallmark Christmas Movie Send-Up; Hallmark Plans 53 More Christmas Movies

Los Angeles (AP). It's that time of year again. Christmas. Which means the Hallmark Channel is broadcasting endless movies with the same cheesy formula: big city executive girl returns home to hometown for Christmas to meet family, meets handsome but bland working guy who wears flannel shirts, falls in love over mistletoe and hot chocolate. With pretty much the same rotating cast members. 

Which begs the question: why does a greeting card company have a channel? And why do they curse the world with more of these damnably cheesy movies?


But this reporter digresses. For those who utterly despise the cookie cutter paint by numbers sort of formula Hallmark employs for their 'movies', there is a bit of respite coming. David Zucker, the American director and writer with a history of parodying various genres in films such as The Naked Gun, has the cure for what ails you.

Reporters gathered at Paramount Studios this week for an announcement, and Zucker was brought on stage, greeting the crowd, ignoring the entertainment reporters, and generally treating real reporters with consideration. "Thanks for coming out, folks. I know it's a busy time of year for many of you, and it's a busy time of year for me too."


He carried on. "You know, something that's been showing up more and more on the television these days, aside from entire seasons of a series dropped all at once for streaming, is these annoying Hallmark movies. Especially Christmas movies, especially now. I mean, what on earth are they thinking? Why's a card company involved in movie making? And really, do you want to call the dreck they make a movie? Because it's not."

This reporter was pleased that Zucker appeared to have a common opinion with him in regards to Hallmark. "It's sentimental nonsense, cheese in the lowest form of cheesy. It's the same formula film over and over and over again with the same actors playing pretty much the same character type over again. Good looking but totally bland. The sort of people who you'd forget five minutes after meeting them. That's how much personalities these people project on the screen."


Zucker carried on. "I hate those films. Hate, hate, hate, hate 'em. Can't overemphasize how much I hate 'em. And it seems like they're everywhere, and not just on the Hallmark Channel. I've got family, friends, who watch this crap and dissolve into tears on command by the end of it. And I'm there looking at them like, 'what? Are you serious?' So I was thinking about it, and you know, I've had enough. But out of that came inspiration."

He paused a moment before continuing on. "My brother Jerry and our good friend Jim Abrahams have been known for parodying films. Usually films in good genres, but that's beside the point. I thought about it. And thought some more. And I decided I could make a film that skewers and parodies and ridicules the entire Hallmark Christmas movie genre. Zucker style."

The room broke out into sustained applause and a standing ovation that lasted ten minutes.


Zucker spoke up when the applause died down. "We all know what it's about. Hallmark brings in the same few former soap actors and washed up prime time actors and let's face it, they're soap actors and washed up for a reason. Because they're not good actors. And they're desperate. And they do this paint by numbers script that is endless variations on the same thing. And some people just can't get enough of that crap. But what I want is something that messes around with that formula."

Pausing, he continued. "First things first. I start with actors who can play bland but are actually gifted comedians. I've worked with a lot of actors down through the years who really know their stuff with this, and I've already got some ideas on who to cast for various parts. It's just a shame that Leslie Nielsen's dead. He'd have been perfect for the town drunk Santa."


Zucker carried on. "So what do we tend to see in the actual Hallmark films? The big city executive woman who's going home to her small town for Christmas. She's tired, cynical, jaded, all that. Her family's endearing but nosy about her love life. There's a six year old kid who sounds like a fifteen year old kid. Usually a girl. Or there's a dog. And there's inevitably the guy. He might be a carpenter, a police officer, the town Santa, or a hockey player. He wears flannel shirts. They have a meet-cute moment where there's some friction. Incidentally, the term meet-cute is kind of obnoxious." This reporter had to agree. 


"But here's where our paths part," Zucker promised. "Because first of all, this is going to be a parody, and I'm going to be skewering the genre from the get-go. First off, I can tell you that the term Hallmark won't be uttered one time during the film. After all, they have lawyers, or they might send assassins after me. But that doesn't mean I can't have fun. So my main characters are going to be Holly Marcus and Mark Hall."

This reporter had to admit: that's a nice way of getting around lawsuits.


Zucker continued. "And from there we'll keep messing around with things. Instead of being adorable and cute and helping the couple get together, the dog's misbehaving. Humping legs, biting Santa, chewing Holly's luggage. That sort of thing. The little girl who talks like a fifteen year old? She's talking like she needs an exorcist. The family Holly came back to see? They're not so endearing but more overbearing. The sort of people you move thousands of miles away to avoid. With all sorts of bad habits."


He paused, and carried on. "And the small town she came from? In the actual Hallmark films they're always this sort of It's A Wonderful Life sort of small town where everyone knows each other and there's fresh baking and Mom's apple pie and decorations everywhere. Well, let's just say we can turn that whole convention on its ear with people who bicker constantly and are always in each other's business and, well, the sort of place you'd avoid going back to for your high school reunion. Because honestly... who goes back for a high school reunion even if they liked their home town?"


Zucker took a moment and carried on. "But of course the heart of all those Hallmark films is the couple, the idea of getting past whatever differences they have and getting together with a happy ending, with two totally bland people who look pretty much the same like every other bland couple in the genre." 

He smirked. "Happy endings? No, not in the sort of film I envision."


Zucker explained, "No, what I envision is two people who appear to fit the part, have that meet-cute moment, but then spend the rest of the film getting to hate each other as they get to know each other. Sure, there'll be a sex scene- something you don't get in a Hallmark film- but it'll be with my own warped sense of humour intact. And there'll be the inevitable morning after 'what have I done' sort of moment. Because my aim is to have these two characters totally hate each other before it's all said and done."

This reporter had the impression that this is a film he can get behind.


"Now some will say that's cynical," Zucker noted.  "Taking a genre that some people love and giving it the middle finger. To which I say two things: good, and why do people love this genre? Don't they see how dumb and cheesy and tedious it is? Most people with a grasp of reality can see that. Apparently they can't. But here's the point. I've spent a good part of my career skewering genres in film. It's my sense of humour. It's what I know. It's what I do. And I'm not doing this just for me. I'm doing it for all those people out there who hate Hallmark Christmas movies as much as I do."


Another round of applause broke out. "Thank you," Zucker said. "It's a pleasure to know that so many people out there feel the same way as I do. I can only hope that I'm up to the task in making your days a little brighter. In giving some hope of salvation from cheesy awful movies by messing around with the formula. And if some Hallmark Christmas fans get offended by what I do... well, good. It's about time you people wake up and smell the coffee."


With that, Zucker brought the press conference to an end, taking his leave of the crowd, leaving a group of reporters who felt, well, pretty good. Someone in the world of Hollywood has some sense about things. This reporter was looking forward to the prospect of seeing this film and wondering if he should speak with the newspaper's film reviewers about sitting in on their screening. 


As for Hallmark? Aubrey Meriwether, the Vice President of Programming Development for the company, was irate, after saying the company was already in pre-production for 53 new Christmas movies for 2022. "This is not funny!" she told this reporter in a call. "Hallmark Christmas films are a beloved Christmas tradition, cherished by billions of people! They are not something to be ridiculed or made fun of! Oh, they'll pay. They will pay for this outrage. We'll be sending an army of Karens to protest every single day of shooting!"

Monday, December 13, 2021

A Day In The Life Of A Cat

And now it is time for the perspective of the cat, that divine being who knows all and sees all and does not like being woken up until she's ready.


7:10 AM. Waking up. Slept reasonably well. Dreamed of being in a field of catnip.


7:12 AM. A look outside through cold windows. Snow on the ground. Any catnip out there is buried. Winter will be lasting another five months. I will just have to get my staff to buy some catnip for my needs over the course of the winter.


7:19 AM. Waiting on the staff to get downstairs and see to my breakfast. I know she's awake. I've heard her moving around up there. Come on, staff, get to it.


7:23 AM. The staff finally comes downstairs. It's about time. Do you realize I've been awake a whole thirteen minutes and haven't had my breakfast?


7:24 AM. Speaking with the staff about my breakfast requirements. No field rations, are we understood? I want meat and I want milk. Preferably the meat on a pre-chilled plate, but that would have required you getting up a half hour ago and putting the plate in the fridge for that optimum enjoyment of breakfast.


7:26 AM. The staff sets down my breakfast. The milk and plate of tuna agree with me. The bowl of field rations does not.

I sigh with dismay and start eating that which I want.


7:29 AM. Finished with the milk and meat. Making a point of disregarding the field rations. One of these days she might get the hint.


7:40 AM. Sitting on the back of the couch, staring outside. Off in the distance I can hear the barking of that foul hound. Have I mentioned I don't like dogs?


7:45 AM. The staff is on her way out the door to that work place she goes to most days of the week. Staff, don't forget to pick up some milk on your way home.


7:53 AM. The Weather Channel is predicting snow tonight. At least it's not the guy who used to panic every time there was more than three centimetres in the forecast and tell us that we were going to have to cannibalize the dead. I wonder what lunatic asylum he ended up in.


10:21 AM. Waking up from a nap. Slept well. Dreamed of roller coasters. It occurs to me I've never been on a roller coaster.


10:30 AM. Checking the television. More Christmas specials. Yuck. Turn it off.

I hope my staff doesn't get it into her head to invite her idiot relations over. Because if they show up here, there won't be peace on earth, there'll be hell to pay.

11:34 AM. Feeling a bit hungry. Deciding to go check out the kitchen.

Oh, right. There's only field rations out in the open.


11:35 AM. Despite my personal disdain, I eat some of the field rations.


12:07 PM. The noon news. The local reporter is talking about a guy dressed like Santa arrested for robbing a bank. 

I can just imagine any home schooled child right now watching this and seeing Santa get perp walked by the cops out the front door. 

Traumatized for life.

To which I say, good.


3:50 PM. Waking up from another nap. One can never have too many naps.


4:06 PM. Sharpening my nails on the scratching post. Which inadvertently unleashes some residual catnip scent. Uh oh, that's about to send me into a frenzy....


4:53 PM. Lying in the staff's bed coming down from a catnip high after sprinting through every room in the house. 


5:17 PM. The staff comes home. I watch her walk in, remaining composed. Hello, staff, did you remember the milk?


5:20 AM. Supervising the staff while she puts away some groceries. Milk: yes, very good.


6:22 PM. The staff and I are having dinner. She's given me a plate of cut up steak. For whatever reason she insists on having broccoli with hers. 

There are times I really don't understand human beings.


6:45 PM. Supervising the staff while she does dishes. I'd help, staff, but I don't have the opposable thumbs to pick up dishes, and I really don't like getting my paws wet.


8:02 PM. The staff is insisting on watching one of those Hallmark Christmas movies. Staff, honestly, we've spoken about this before. Those are all cheesy sentimental claptrap with the same plot and the same rotating set of actors playing the same generic roles. It's porn level acting without the sex.

That's it, I'm taking my leave of this nonsense.


8:39 PM. Keeping out of the way in the basement. Playing cat billiards on the pool table. Which consists of me batting the balls into the holes. The only problem with this game is that I can only play it once before the staff has to come down and reset the table.


9:57 PM. Coming back upstairs. The staff is bawling her eyes out as the Hallmark movie ends.

Honestly, staff, you have the worst taste in movies I've ever seen.


11:29 PM. The staff is off to bed. Good night, staff. Sleep well. Tomorrow night, try reading a book instead of watching really bad Christmas movies.

Watch a good one.

Die Hard is a good Christmas movie.

Monday, December 6, 2021

A Day In The Life Of A Dog

It is time again for the perspective of the dog and the cat. As always, the dog gets the first say, because he lacks the patience to wait and gets so easily distracted by literally everything.


7:12 AM. Waking up at home. Big yawn. The house still feels like it's in night. How far away is the dawn again?


7:13 AM. A glance outside. Okay, we've got some light coming in the east, but it'll still be a few minutes before the sun shows itself. Looks like it snowed some more in the night. Good. I like snow.


7:16 AM. Thinking of all the things I want to be doing once I get out there for a run. But first things first. Breakfast. Breakfast is the right way to start a day for a good dog like me. And I am a good dog.

A very good dog.

No matter what that cranky cat down the road might say about me.


7:21 AM. Waiting on the human to get downstairs. After all, I can't make my own breakfast. I lack the opposable thumbs to get into the cabinets. More's the pity.


7:26 AM. The human comes downstairs. I start thumping my tail against the floor. Good morning, human! Fine day, isn't it? Say, I don't mean to be too overeager, but have you given any thought to my breakfast?


7:28 AM. The human is in the kitchen pouring me a big bowl of kibble.

Oh boy oh boy oh boy oh boy oh boy.....


7:29 AM. Licking my chops after polishing off breakfast.

That was good!


7:32 AM. Making inquiries with the human about being let out for a run.


7:34 AM. Out the door and on my way. See you later, human!!!!


7:39 AM. Running through the snow in the back fields, barking my head off. Life is good!


7:52 AM. Dropping by to see Spike the Magnificent, Tormentor of Squirrels. Hey, Spike!


7:55 AM. Spike and I discuss matters of great importance. Snow consistency and its impact on dog running velocity. The probabilities of winter weather delaying the mail over the season. The movements of the squirrels.


7:57 AM. Spike tells me his humans are having company over the Christmas holidays. I don't know about mine, Spike. She's got those relations with little children who think I'm a horse. I tend to make myself scarce if they show up, but what if they're around for four days?


8:03 AM. Spike and I go our separate ways as he heads back to his house, and I start the journey back to the farm. Worried about the prospect of little ones pulling on my tail later in the month.


8:23 AM. Returning home. Barking to let the human know I'm back.


8:25 AM. The human opens the door, but applies the Towel of Torment before I can get inside and shake all the snow off my fur.


8:27 AM. Back inside. I don't know why you insist on doing that, human. There is no such thing as wet dog smell.


10:31 AM. The human is having a cup of coffee and a couple of cookies. I succeed in mooching a cookie off her.


12:18 PM. Lunch with the human. She's given me a ham and cheese sandwich. That's good!


1:29 PM. Barking out the front window as the mailman drops off the mail. Get lost, you fiend!


3:02 AM. The human is having tea. I use my sad eyes trick to persuade her into giving me a cookie.


4:25 PM. I can't believe the sun's already gone down. Cold outside.

I expect to be spending a good deal of time this evening hanging around in front of the fire place with my belly in its general direction.


5:03 PM. Watching the human doing Christmas decorations. Say, human? I don't mean to interrupt, but you aren't planning, by chance, to have any of those family people over during the holidays? I mean those ones with kids who think I'm a horse.


5:50 PM. The human is getting started on dinner. Dinner is my favourite meal of the day. In a four way tie with breakfast, lunch, and snacks.


6:37 PM. The human is having beef stew for dinner. Just right for a winter day. She's given me a plate of stewing beef. Life is good.


11:28 PM. The human is off to bed. Good night, human. Sleep well. I'll stay down here. Nice and comfy. Don't worry if you hear me barking in the middle of the night. I tend to bark when snow falls off tree branches, after all.