Grosse Pointe Blank, to me, is the definition of a desert island film: a foundational text, a perennial source of comfort, a go-to reference that lives, in the parlance of today’s youth and the adults who want to be like them, rent-free in one’s brain.
When I watch Reality Bites now, it’s like reminiscing with old friends, sharing an inside joke: Hey, we were a bunch of young idiots, but we made it out okay.
Add a little eggnog to that rum. Settle in to your corner of the couch. Turn on the flatscreen. Refer to this guide to made-for-television holiday films.