Most likely, this will be a short post. My wife was home until the mid-afternoon, and then she left us to probably make the drive to wherever it is in Vancouver that she spends considerable of her free time. She won't likely be back here until Monday.
As I type these words, it is just after 5:30 p.m. and already very dark, and my youngest stepson finally got around to setting up Christmas lights around the front eaves of the upper storey of the house. We now have all of the outside Christmas lights on full display for the first time this season.
More could be done ─ we have the lights; but we ran out of extension cords.
We got snow overnight ─ maybe nigh two inches; but it rained heavily much of the morning, and now we only have a small surface covering of white. It's probably going to freeze.
We had enough frost the previous night that rooftops initially looked like they were covered with snow yesterday morning. It did try to snow during the morning, but after starting to cover the ground, it gave up and what fell soon enough dissolved away.
I want to watch the second Christmas movie that I wrote of yesterday that I had been unable to find a working source for on Thursday via the apps that I have downloaded into our Android TV Box ─ I managed to find a working source for the first movie early yesterday evening, so I cleared that one out of the way.
And what was it?
It was a 2012 feature titled The Christmas Consultant.
Unfortunately, even some dark rum did not elevate my opinion of the movie towards its conclusion primarily because I just did not like the character as portrayed by actress Caroline Rhea. Her petty dislike of the buoyant and phenomenally helpful Oscar (the Christmas Consultant as played by David Hasselhoff) was detestable even before she finally had a meltdown on Christmas Eve that sent a number of family members / guests away, broke Oscar's heart and saw him rejected by her from the household he had come to be a part of, and got herself fired due to her atrocious tantrum display (he boss and a major client were also Christmas guests).
That this idiot woman was so damned selfish and jealous of Oscar simply because her children had grown to love him was both disgusting and infuriating to me. Truly, she revolted me. In fact, she ruined the movie.
Sure, the character made reparations thereafter when she hunted down Oscar and discovered that the wife he kept speaking lovingly of had died five years earlier, and the two very young children that he claimed they had and enjoyed just simply never existed. He was a lonely and private man whose love of Christmas had been shared with his wife, and that love now lived on only in his own aching heart.
Caroline Rhea played the part so effectively that I came to hate the sight of the actress ─ for me, she came to represent her portrayal, and I actually felt repelled by her. It even seemed unfathomable to me that her character's husband could have ever found her physically / sexually attractive.
I am going to leave that element alone, however ─ I am likely to say overmuch.
I came into the movie expecting that David Hasselhoff's character would be a caricature, for it is difficult to perceive of anything else from the actor. Nevertheless, he got me to like him and his character. I was especially impressed with his rapport with the T.V. family's three kids. Even the rather sarcastic oldest ─ a girl who was at most just barely into her teens, and played by Jessica McLeod ─ was something of a pleasure to watch as she warmed up to the guy.
The youngest child ─ a withdrawn girl played by Eliza Faria ─ was an unusually attractive little thing. Or I should say, Eliza was. I am pleasantly surprised to learn that she was born in New Westminster, That city neighbours Surrey where I have lived for most of my life.
When the movie was over, I felt such dislike for actress Caroline Rhea and her character that I could not imagine ever watching the film again ─ I was done with it (and her).
However, my younger brother yesterday confirmed that his girlfriend Bev will be joining us over the Christmas weekend, so it is possible that I may relent and re-watch the movie with them if I feel moved to do so. This will depend on whether I run low on other better selections.
Okay, I have to call this post a wrap ─ it is already 6:30 p.m., and I want to have watched that second Christmas movie (that I earlier spoke of) ere my brother arrives home.
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