Or is it AI? Seriously, you bury body mics under wool turtlenecks and you need a human to use EQ, or you get unlistenable mud like this. Look no further than scene 1. Lindura is cute and vivacious, but she is a motormouth who mumbles, and you can't tell me you understood a word she said without CC turned on, or, until her final scene where she wasn't wearing a scarf. Forget the age difference creepiness which was omfg bad. Forget the amount of exposition needed up front to construct the hokum at the heart of this. Forget the barrels of fake snow for the scenes shot on a blazing hot day in July. Forget the truckloads of garland and ribbon in the lady's kitchen, including the garland wrapped around THE OVEN. This movie sums up what Hallmark has now reliably become, a parody of itself, creating packaged characters in packaged settings. And the story, the plot, makes no sense and does not matter.
