I'm going out on a limb here and confessing that I hate the movie CHRISTMAS VACATION.
Okay, all of you Chevy Chase fans out there who grew up adoring the movie have probably left, and now I'm surrounded by like-minded people.
It's not that the movie isn't funny. Because in a weird to slap-sticky way, it is.
But it's just too painful. I can't even root for someone as dumb as Clark. No, I want a hero worthy of my affection.
Or maybe it's not the movie, but it's the way my husband doesn't think it's Christmas unless he watches it at least three times.
Mind you, he doesn't always get to watch it. Sometimes I put my foot down.
And even when he does watch it, he doesn't enjoy it, because to really enjoy it, I have to be sitting right by him, laughing it up, too.
To which I give him that classic excuse. "Not tonight, dear, I have a headache."
Give me Dickens and his Scrooge. Now, that classic tale at least has a hero with a growth arc. He may not be swoon-worthy, but at least he's not a static character like Clark.
Of course, it could be that I am not male and I am older than 12. Last night, the movie aired on ABC Family, and my husband introduced this so-called classic to my daughter. Who is 12. And who laughed uproariously through the whole thing, at least until her bedtime. She asked me to record it so she could finish it.
Ugh. Now that's probably one movie that won't get deleted off our DVR, even though DOWNTON ABBEY enjoys no such security.