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This movie wasn't exactly a cinematic masterpiece, but oh, the model of the new ultra-modern building at the architectural firm truly stole the show. The quaint town, in a desperate bid to revamp their cozy downtown, decided to go full dystopian. They commissioned a high-rise that was the epitome of bleak - a gray, windowless monolith that could easily be mistaken for a gigantic parking garage.

The town planners, in their infinite wisdom, decided that the roof of this dreary edifice would be the town's new social hotspot. Because obviously, when you think of lively gatherings, a parking garage rooftop springs to mind.

And then, as if this architectural wonder wasn't already a marvel, the planners added another 10 stories of 'residential space' above. These living quarters were so laughably small, residents could barely fit inside. One might stand there, sandwiched between the walls, staring out into the void, thinking, "Why do I live here? My 'apartment' can't even fit a bed, and I have to limbo dance just to get through the door."

In this movie, the building model wasn't just a structure; it was a bold statement on the absurdity of modern urban planning, a tongue-in-cheek nod to the lengths we go to in the name of progress.

It's set at Christmastime in Michigan. But, really, the story could just as easily have happened during the summer in Arizona. It's about an indoor ice rink.

I liked the two leads. But the antagonist was an arrogant jerk in a movie that didn't even need a villain. It would have been more interesting if he was a kindhearted developer who simply had a different viewpoint than the rink owner.

Come to think of it, I would like to have seen more ice-skating, less drama outside the rink. The movie should have really focused on the protagonist overcoming her past, finding new purpose in the ice, and saving the rink.

Another "big city girl returns home" story from Hallmark - only to find it is where she belongs. I sure wish they would come up with different storylines. This one has been done to death. The leads are OK. There was some compatibility between the two. The skating daughter was cute. Lori decides to help coach her - even though she gave up skating long ago. Although, I have never heard of an up-and-coming skate champion giving it up because she fell. Ummmm ... I've watched the Olympics ... many skaters fall on the world stage and pick themselves up and continue. They don't just quit. Seemed pretty unrealistic to me. AND PLEASE! Stop with the flamboyant gay men! I know a lot of gay men - the majority do not behave like this. HALLMARK - in your quest to be "all-inclusive" you are defining this ALL WRONG. I'm certainly OK with gays being included in your stories - I am over you depicting them ALL as flamboyant. It's ridiculous. You should know this - you cast a lot of gay men in straight, romantic roles (Jonathan Bennett, Luke McFarlane, Peter Porte - to name three). Give it a rest!

An Ice Palace Romance simply did not end up being as likeable as I initially thought. I loved the characters initially, including Lori's coworker, who was light and funny. He really looked and gestured similarly to Mario Cantone, from Sex and the City. I also loved their chemistry as friends/coworkers, so that made me initially think the whole movie would be fun. Instead, Lori quickly morphs into the 'nose for news' journalist that left her heart in Chicago and became an itinerant snob in her hometown.

It was difficult to like Lori, because she seemed to think that she was beyond criticism or reproach; she was resistant to the male lead, Mark (Marcus Rosner), for an extraordinary length of time, and I failed to see why he wanted to be with her so badly. Maybe it was her taking a liking to his daughter, which WAS a good aspect to the movie. However, that seemed flimsy, and it only became more grating as she eventually pulled an unthinkable move on him.

The good aspects of this movie included the realistic actors that played the side roles. I loved seeing people of all shapes and sizes and features.

There were mysterious details that I may have missed. Why was there a need to have a camera person following Lori always? That seems exorbitantly unrealistic, and they didn't really develop the friendship at all. (They meet, shoot something together, and suddenly are like old friends.) The architect and camera-person are adorable, and that storyline just didn't launch at all.

I also enjoyed seeing the familiar actress playing the Mayor, but she was a complete weirdo in that scene where she asks Lori "Are you sure that is all you are here to do ?(work)" (sic) - i saw serious snark in that facial expression, but wasn't sure why/what made the Mayor suddenly want to put Lori in her place. She also seemed stuck on herself, along with Lori.

The basic gist: the characters had so much promise, but the majority were either unused or seemingly elitist for no apparent reason. Mark was a great character, as well as the young girl who played his daughter. I appreciated her skating talent, and the fact that she could clearly skate in real life.

"An Ice Palace Romance (2023)" skates just above thin ice, managing to deliver a lukewarm blend of predictability and charm. The film follows the well-trodden path of a big-city journalist, Emma, who returns to her quaint hometown only to face her childhood fears and, of course, a dormant love for ice skating. The plot, as cozy and predictable as a pair of old mittens, offers few surprises. It's the cinematic equivalent of a comfort food dish - not particularly exciting, but satisfying in its own right.

The saving grace of the film lies in its heartwarming dynamics between Lori, the rink owner Mark, and his precociously adorable daughter, Zoe. Their chemistry is as smooth as a freshly Zambonied ice surface. Mark, with his rugged charm and dad jokes, brings a lightness to the story, while Zoe's earnest enthusiasm for skating and matchmaking adds a sparkle of joy. However, the film's reliance on clichés feels as rehearsed as a figure skating routine.

In conclusion, "An Ice Palace Romance" is the kind of film you watch while wrapped in a blanket, sipping hot chocolate, and not expecting any cinematic revolutions. It's a feel-good movie that skates by on its charm and the sheer predictability of its plot. It doesn't aim for a triple axel of storytelling and settles for a steady glide. It's a three-star film - not because it's exceptional, but because it's comfortably okay, like a familiar pair of skates that have seen better days but still fit just right.