Story was great, plot heartening, and spirit-uplifting. No doubt a 10/10 score.
Though one thing about Clementine... From Northpole to the sequel - does she make a habit of bringing her mission- related outsiders to the city in the North? Master Bailee Madison did fantastic work portraying the optimistic, cheerful elven operative, but sometimes her smile and frequent excitements... that was a little bit much, along with a lot of cold puns(reminded me a bit of Master Schwarzenegger's Mr. Freeze). Wonder if there's a second sequel, will there be someone stoic, stern and serious intercepts her mid-air and asks her, "Okay, Clem. This is, like, the 20th outsider you've brought inside our perimeter over these years. Do you really enjoy making a habit out of it?" Think someone should bar her access back to Northpole homebase while Clementine's on assignment; think if anything can up the difficulty and challenge of her assignments, this can.
Do these protagonists REALLY need to see the Northpole city to believe in Christmas, to meet Santa in person to believe in Santa, to actually witness something magical to believe in the Spirit? What happened to taking leaps of faith and believing things based on absolutely nothing but blind faiths? I'm from one of those countries that DOESN'T celebrate Christmas like the rest of the world do, and even I miss those days! The mere term, "Christmas Spirit", sounds sacred, and the first time I hear it, it gave me a strong feeling that this is nothing to be seen, but to be believed in. It's like taking leaps of faith, believing in something that I might never witness just because I believe it, with no evidence to prove it true. In my mind, these Christmas magic are things of unconventionally high purity and divinity that it does not belong in the presence of the mortals or in front of mortal eyes. If everything has to be seen to believe then there's gonna be a lot of stuff gone.
Christmas was never an item materialized. It never was, is, and it never will be. I hope the future Santas in the Christmas movies - they display their magic at 65% runtime(basically when the male and female protagonists falling out) to show disappointment, and not in the finale to show their magic to make the grumpy characters to finally believe - if they are doubters and don't believe they don't deserve to witness the sacred magic.
A line I've been working out:
'He looked back. In his eyes there's no benevolence, love, joy or warmth, but only cold disappointment. "You are a good kid. Shame you couldn't take the leap of faith. Goodbye." Then he turned on his sleigh, galloped his reindeers and flew away, without even a backward glance.'
Though one thing about Clementine... From Northpole to the sequel - does she make a habit of bringing her mission- related outsiders to the city in the North? Master Bailee Madison did fantastic work portraying the optimistic, cheerful elven operative, but sometimes her smile and frequent excitements... that was a little bit much, along with a lot of cold puns(reminded me a bit of Master Schwarzenegger's Mr. Freeze). Wonder if there's a second sequel, will there be someone stoic, stern and serious intercepts her mid-air and asks her, "Okay, Clem. This is, like, the 20th outsider you've brought inside our perimeter over these years. Do you really enjoy making a habit out of it?" Think someone should bar her access back to Northpole homebase while Clementine's on assignment; think if anything can up the difficulty and challenge of her assignments, this can.
Do these protagonists REALLY need to see the Northpole city to believe in Christmas, to meet Santa in person to believe in Santa, to actually witness something magical to believe in the Spirit? What happened to taking leaps of faith and believing things based on absolutely nothing but blind faiths? I'm from one of those countries that DOESN'T celebrate Christmas like the rest of the world do, and even I miss those days! The mere term, "Christmas Spirit", sounds sacred, and the first time I hear it, it gave me a strong feeling that this is nothing to be seen, but to be believed in. It's like taking leaps of faith, believing in something that I might never witness just because I believe it, with no evidence to prove it true. In my mind, these Christmas magic are things of unconventionally high purity and divinity that it does not belong in the presence of the mortals or in front of mortal eyes. If everything has to be seen to believe then there's gonna be a lot of stuff gone.
Christmas was never an item materialized. It never was, is, and it never will be. I hope the future Santas in the Christmas movies - they display their magic at 65% runtime(basically when the male and female protagonists falling out) to show disappointment, and not in the finale to show their magic to make the grumpy characters to finally believe - if they are doubters and don't believe they don't deserve to witness the sacred magic.
A line I've been working out:
'He looked back. In his eyes there's no benevolence, love, joy or warmth, but only cold disappointment. "You are a good kid. Shame you couldn't take the leap of faith. Goodbye." Then he turned on his sleigh, galloped his reindeers and flew away, without even a backward glance.'