Through Fire & Ice

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You know that movie, one of the few, that you can watch 20 times in a week; five times in a day? You watch because you smile and laugh inexplicably, as if the writers and directors and actors had somehow found the programming of your physiology, and the scenes of the movie just seem so relatable, so tangible, so freaking nostalgic without any purpose or reason; yet you feel so insipid for laughing and you don’t give a damn. Every second passed immerses you deeper within the story; you laugh and cry with every character. The Holiday is that movie to me!

You know that movie, one of the few, that you can watch 20 times in a week; five times in a day? You watch because you smile and laugh inexplicably, as if the writers and directors and actors had somehow found the programming of your physiology, and the scenes of the movie just seem so relatable, so tangible, so freaking nostalgic without any purpose or reason; yet you feel so insipid for laughing and you don’t give a damn. Every second passed immerses you deeper within the story; you laugh and cry with every character. The Holiday is that movie to me!