This is typical Hallmark fare; Prince studies in the States, meets apple-pie, down to earth American girl with lovingly gruff widowed dad and takes her home to the Palace to meet mom the Ice- Queen Queen and his old girlfriend lying in wait. The royal decor is hilarious with deer-in-the headlights, garish portraits, suits of armour and gold everywhere; lots of gold. And just in case we viewers have forgotten this is a holiday movie we're beaten repeatedly over the head with Christmas trees standing awkwardly in every scene. Along the way, the girl predictably makes every ugly American faux pas known to sitcoms (you just KNEW she'd drink from the finger bowl, didn't you?), mugging to make the guards laugh, dressing inappropriately at every turn and giggling loudly all the way. But alas for the Queen, her campaign against the upstart begins to come apart at its snooty seams and the American wins the hearts of all around her, just as she already has that of the Prince. But will the Queen come around as well??????? The suspense will not kill you.
Review of A Royal Christmas
