Ghosting: The Spirit of Christmas

The actors portrayed the characters so well that it is like watching your friends in real life. The writing also had a super real feel to bring these characters to life in 2019.

Simply abominable. To quote the movie it was almost "like having someone shove your face in your own crap". The many directions this could have taken and they chose this one. Who was the lead ? Hard to say. I honestly can never get the time back.

As with any creative medium you have to contextualize it in order to appreciate it. This is a made for TV movie about Christmas from a historically poor performing network.

That said, this movie felt pretty fresh. There was real comedy happening, the characters felt thought out and responsive in a human way. As opposed to the myriad of archetypes and plot devices this relied on story and character interaction to drive it forward. It earned every scene and didn't do anything half way. The actors clearly understood the plucky tone and each one had a distinct voice.

I genuinely enjoyed this movie and feel like it will hold up for future feel good needs.

This 2019 movie was ahead of the game, but having been overdosed on millennial, LGBT, mixed race 2020/2021 movies this Christmas, I just wanted something else. TV/FILM has a shocking tendency to ignore groups of people for ages then get obsessed with them and forget about others. There's so much more to cover to really tick the diversity boxes.

I rarely watch this network. But they play reruns of an old show I enjoy, saw this advertised and it looked interesting. Aisha Dee is cute, and a very good actress. She has a bright career ahead of her. Not true for the other actress, Kamiko Glenn. She talks through her nose and is hard to understand. But now for the movie. The reason it was so interesting to me is because although it was obviously meant for young people, I am not one of those. I recently found out, at a class reunion, that a girl with whom I was in love in high school, but never told, had died this past year. Even though we were not close over the past 50 years, I had not even thought of her over the years. We briefly talked a few years ago at a previous reunion. Don't misunderstand, I dearly love my wife of 53 years. But all of a sudden, I wished I had told Cindy how I felt all those many years ago. Now I can't tell her. Strange, huh? One final thought from a retired first responder. Don't text and drive.