Whit Stillman’s Metropolitan has the appeal of being both a Christmas movie and an anthropological study of goy life among the upper crusties.
Processing pain and tragedy is a place where The West Wing succeeds as a show, picking and prodding at a wound until it hurts, so that the healing can begin.
It feels good to watch familiar characters behave the way we know they will, to let a movie carve a groove into your heart.
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.