"Maybe a change in scenery is just what you need to get you unstuck." Sure. Let's go from cold weather to even nippier elements up in the Northwest Territories. Hey, let's all freeze our arses off.
Anyway, in 2024's Christmas Under the Northern Lights there's a lot of Yuletide cheer, a lot of townie lore, and a lot of shameless plugging for that rare wonder that is aurora. Clocking in at just under an hour and a half, "Northern" is sadly all wrapped up into one jejune bow of a movie.
So yeah, the story of Christmas Under the Northern Lights isn't much, just more Hallmark swipe involving a woman taking time away from her job to go to some faraway place, find herself, meet a scruffy dude, and eventually stay a while. Oh and the flick takes place during the silly season, where the denizens spend most of their time outdoors, surviving sans frostbite and never touching the notion of severe hypothermia. They don't need no stinking beanies, just the sights and sounds of frozen tundra, Mother Earth.
Christmas Under the Northern Lights, well it stars Jill Wagner as Erin and Jesse Hutch as Trevor. Wagner's Erin is an obsessive writer with enough wordsmith's block to hinder the sun. Hutch's Trevor, well he's a Ben Affleck lookalike, a holiday stalker on creeper alert. Together they are the romantic leads for better or worse, two good-looking people with issues who have nothing to bounce off of except near the end, where they explain in scripted detail why they totally dig each other (cringe). There's the obligatory, concluding smooch (which could've happened 30 minutes in), the incumbent party where everybody gets their slow dance on, and finally those northerly glows, about the only thing exciting in an otherwise conflict-free exercise in mistletoe mishandling. "Northern" blot.
Written by Jesse Burleson
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