I’m way behind on my reviews. I have several book and film reviews half/mostly written, but I haven’t finished them. I’ll start publishing them soon. However, I thought I’d post this one because it’s a Christmas film.
A Castle for Christmas stars Brook Shields and Cary Elwes. It popped up in my suggestions, so I watched without learning more about it other than what was in the description. Sometimes, these are the best movies.
To escape a scandal, a bestselling author journeys to Scotland, where she falls in love with a castle – and faces off with the grumpy duke who owns it.
The description had a few key words that piqued my interest: author, Scotland, castle.
While the story was enjoyable, it was a little cheesy. Obviously, I knew going in the two main characters would ‘get together’. It had a Harlequin romance feel. In fact, after they had the ‘night together’ where the scene ended with the closing of the bedroom door, I wondered if the story would follow the standard format: the break-up over something the other said or discovered.
It did. It was a little forced, and the make-up was quick. I think the movie was an hour and 39 minutes long, so they didn’t have time to mess around.
Sitting back, relaxing for the day and having a few drinks of rum, I didn’t want anything too serious, so this was a perfect light romance with gorgeous scenery and sexy Scottish accents to finish off the day.
Throughout the movie, I kept thinking I knew the male lead, the ground’s keeper Myles, who lived at Dun Dunbar, but I couldn’t put my finger on him. After the movie was over, I checked the actor’s name and ran it through a search.
Oh, my. He’s boy. Farm boy. That’s why he looked so familiar. He played Wesley in The Princess Bride, one of my most favourite movies. Now I want to watch it again.
A Castle for Christmas is on Netflix. It’s a good film to watch on a cold winter’s night when you want to relax and not think too hard about anything. The movie was filmed at a real castle in Scotland, Tantallon Castle, a 14th century fortress in East Lothian, a town near Edinburgh, as well as Dalmeny House estate, a gothic revival mansion in South Queensferry.
Most movies inspire me to write, but this one ignited a story idea, so… Here is the first paragraph of a future romance novel.
The large wooden sign attached to the front of the building over the front entrance desperately needed a new coat of paint. It read Walker’s Feed and Garden Store only when looking directly at it. Angled views made it appear as Wa ker’s Fee and arde tore. Grey siding did nothing to invoke charm or energy, two qualities required to enrich the garden and farm life. Remnants of the recent snowfall lingered near the doorway in dirty mounds, slowly melting in the mild temperatures of late March. An overcast sky dulled the setting further.