Quite possibly the best worst Christmas movie ever made.
Hello. I’m here today to talk to you about my new favourite movie, A Christmas Prince.
If you've watched it, you understand how glorious it is. And if you haven't, well, you're missing out.
See, it's about a ~quirky~ woman who is worse at being a journalist than Rory Gilmore, and a guy who is literally every bland, handsome, white, quasi-tortured prince with a playboy reputation and a secret heart of gold you've ever watched. There's a Christmas tree in every scene, in case you forget it's a CHRISTMAS prince, i.e. the best kind of prince, obviously. I imagine he smells of cinnamon and wrapping paper IRL. And if you love romance clichés, guess what: THIS MOVIE HAS ALL OF THEM. Every single one. There's even that scene from Beauty and the Beast with the wolves, except there's just one (1) wolf and instead of roaring in its face, the prince…well, I won't spoil it for you. JUST WATCH IT.
Basically, A Christmas Prince is simultaneously the best and worst thing Netflix has ever produced. I was so happy watching it and, let me tell you, in 2017 that is no easy feat. But it's the kind of movie you need to watch with your snarkiest friends and/or Twitter followers because taking the piss out of it is 98% of the fun. Here are some of my fave tweets about it so far…
In conclusion: This movie is terrible and you should definitely watch it now.