JULIE STAFFORD: The Hallmark Channel
I love the Hallmark Channel — especially this time of year. All those sappy, happily-ever-after Christmas movies where things always work out in the end. I am all for warm fuzzies.
I am not a shoot ’em up, car chase, scary-guy-in-the-basement movie kind of gal. In college, my friends and I went to movies like “Friday the 13th” but they inevitably ended up telling me to be quiet because I talked (out loud) my way through all the options for the nail biting parts — “Oh, I’ll bet he’s gonna be under the bed and get her” or “Don’t go down to the basement, you dope. Why do they always go toward the bad guy?” Ssshhhhh, Julie.
Now that I’m an adult and don’t have to worry about people thinking I’m a wimp, I admit it: I like my movies to end all wrapped up nice and neat with a big bow on top. Bad things grab headlines and affect people around us every single day. If I want to immerse myself in scary, I just have to listen to the nightly news. I’m not sure why anyone would want to subject their nerves to a heavy dose of awful on purpose. These kinds of movies are way too close to the truth.
I forayed into unsettling territory with “The Hunger Games” just to see what all the hype was about. And I recently watched “Braveheart” on Netflix, which was a stretch as far as blood and guts go but is woven around a tragic and beautiful love story that tells an important part of Scottish history.
The other day, I was all wrapped up in a blanket on the couch watching my third Hallmark Christmas film of the day when my oldest daughter walked by and said, “You’re so cute, Mom, with your Hallmark Channel movies.” Call me cute. Call me a wimp. Call me whatever you want. I’ll take a good old-fashioned love story any day.