Twelve Trees Of Christmas

My future wife (in my dreams) Lindy Booth, ironically fresh off her role as Night Bitch in Kick-Ass 2, is positively radiant and the clear highlight in this tale of a librarian out to save her library from demolition at the hands of a real estate developer by organizing a Christmas Tree decorating contest. Wait, what? Yes, Christmas is magical, so much that a bunch of trees can somehow save a library. The odd thing is that the developer's case for replacing the library with whatever they're building actually sounds quite reasonable, they even arrange new jobs for all the employees. But Lindy goes ON and ON and ON about the power of books, the beauty of books and the joy of holding a book. This might have seemed reasonable 10-15 years ago, but in the increasingly paperless age of tablets and eReaders it all sounds kind of ridiculous. The power of holding a book? Get a fucking kindle, you can hold a thousand books. There's the obligatory romance, naturally with one of the real estate developers, so enemies become friends, then friends become, well not lovers, because as per usual, the inevitable pairing doesn't happen until the 1:55 mark. Presumably, they're off to fuck as the credits are rolling (hopefully, for the guy's sake). The winter imagery and Christmas Trees bring the Christmas factor up to moderate, and, well, Lindy Booth. And look out for Scary Spice in a bit role. Nausea factor moderate. Christmas factor moderately high. MSG approved.