It's only December 10, and I'm already on Christmas movie overload. I suppose that is to be expected with a three year old in the family, but seriously, if I see The Grinch one more time....
Anyway, I was sick of the usual Christmas specials, but still wanted to see something "Christmasy"... so I went back to the classics and rented "Holiday Inn". Ugh. I'm so in love with Bing Crosby it's just plain sickening. Awwh, I love it when he goes and finds Linda in Hollywood and they sing together... They don't make 'em like that anymore, that's for sure.
I followed up with "Going My Way" after that and "Shop Around the Corner" (I really hate "It's A Wonderful Life", but thought I'd give Jimmy Stewart another try... no such luck.) When it comes down to it, this generation can keep Mr. Brad Pitt (schmuck... Oops?! Did I say that out loud?) I'd rather dance with Fred Astaire, be romanced by Cary Grant, and of course, be serenaded by my Bing than waste precious hours of my life on something as ridiculous as "Mr. and Mrs. Smith".
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