Holidate

At the beginning of the film, Emma Roberts lights a cigarette, mutters "damn holidays" (quite appropriately) and puts out a cigarette on a plastic Santa figurine. She comes to Christmas dinner in a red hoodie and pigtails, to which her mother notices: "Can't you wear a dress?". My family doesn't even change into sweatpants for the holidays held in our own house, so no. We find out that Emma broke up with her boyfriend six months ago, and her mother and aunt are already harassing her with questions that it's time to "come back to life." Yeah, my last relationship ended five years ago, so... Yes. I couldn't handle these people. More realistically, Emma's mom thinks that her remote work means that she stays at home in sweatpants all day. My mom thinks that's what I do for a living, too. She's not wrong. Emma's brother and his girlfriend are no less overbearing: the former remarks that "it's not a holiday if my sister doesn't show up alone." And it becomes interesting to me what kind of strange pressure the presence of significant people exerts on this family, and what kind of trauma forced them all to determine their self-esteem depending on the status of the relationship... And then we see Kristin Chenoweth as a drunken aunt hitting on some random Santa at the mall, and everything makes sense.