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My own personal list of things that I try to rewatch every year, much to the dread of my husband.
I’m not sure I can get on board with people who don’t like this film.
(1995 tv series) No, I haven’t seen the Kiera Knightley version. Because I didn’t need to. Perfection has already been achieved here. This VHS was so overplayed in our house growing up that we would all know the exact scenes when my dad would do an impression of Mr Bingley. Every year I try to convince my husband to watch this. Every year it ends in failure.
I didn’t watch this until about a decade ago. Now it’s often on at Christmas eve reminding us of how lucky we are and how unfeasible James Stewart’s accent is.
What a beautiful, gorgeous, creepy version of the book, directed by Alfred Hitchcock. The film is what inspired me to watch all his major films. Joan Fontaine is fabulous as the vulnerable and naïve new Mrs de Winter. A must see at Christmas.
One I love to watch with my mum on Christmas eve at about 5pm with tea. Just in case you need to know when to watch this film.
Watched every year growing up with my sister in our pyjamas, possibly more than once over the Christmas period. The most important Disney Film ever made. Do not come to me with your opposing views.
This is mum’s favourite. They didn’t need to make the 5678 other versions. I refuse to acknowledge the muppets. Unpopular I know.
It’s not on this year! Sob. Funny and depressing in equal measure, the roundup of 2016 was so hangover-like and so cynical perhaps it’s right that 2017 sits this one out.
Any Ghost story. I’m not talking about gore or special effects this time. The Christmas period needs to be accompanied by a psychological, thrilling and creepy telling of a good story. Something like ‘The Haunting’ from 1963.
I’m not a huge fan, but I do love a nice big blockbuster, and several in a row are always nice if you’ve over indulged to the point of near death.
I do love family films from the 80s and early 90s. There’s this nostalgia for dark green wallpaper and red carpets, shoulder pads and background saxophone-led pop. Macauley’s cherubic face! It makes me wish for a simpler time, when Tom Hanks was ‘Big’ and Mel Gibson hadn’t yet become a terrible human being. To our knowledge.