Imagine, if you will, a feral dog chewing up 100 rejected Hallmark movie scripts and throwing them back up. The result of that would Be Netflix’s Falling For Christmas –  the streaming service’s newest holiday original film. It’s corny. It’s cheap. And you’ve just got to watch it.

 

Falling For Christmas is 93 minutes of pure, saccharine bliss, especially for millennials who have been anxiously awaiting a Lindsay Lohan renaissance. Lohan plays Sierra; a spoiled, rich socialite with an enviable closet and a smug attitude. Sierra, newly-engaged to her equally self-absorbed significant other, suffers an accident that results in her losing her memory. That’s where our hunk steps in. His name is Jake, and he’s played by Chord Overstreet. He’s cute. He’s charming. He’s a single father who looks like he just stepped off the pages of an L.L. Bean catalog. What more could an amnesiac girl ask for? Add to that the settiest-looking set you’ve ever seen in your life, and you’ve got the makings of a true cinematic Christmas miracle. 

 

Falling For Christmas is silly and trite – but it knows exactly what it's going for. It knows its audience, and that audience is one looking to turn off its brain for an hour-and-a-half and feel some warm Christmas fuzzies. Lohan’s acting is stiff, at times, but on occasion we do see glimpses of the girl we loved in the early aughts. The best laughs come from Sierra’s fiancé, Tad, played by George Young. He REALLY proves his range here – creating a character so irksome yet somehow still so lovable. It’s hard to believe he’s the same guy who played Detective Shaw in last year’s divisive horror, Malignant. 

 

There are no twists and turns, and the plot plays out like pretty much every other by-the-book TV romance. But we do get a special nod to LiLo’s Mean Girls days. And I’ll tell you what, I was never bored.

 

Is this movie kinda bad? Yeah. Do I recommend it? Absolutely. It doesn’t have to make sense. It’s Christmas!