*sigh*
Why do I do this to myself, you might ask? Because I fucking hate myself, that's why. Why else would I tune into an "update" of the Frosty story featuring the snowman as an anthropomorphized hot dude? Jesus fucking Christ, what has Christmas become? A frigid woman sees a chiseled ice sculpture of a snow-bro in the park who is somehow brought to life by a magical scarf. That's it. That's the movie. Every woman's fantasy, I guess?
In all seriousness, this is a tongue-in-cheek take on Hallmark films and it knows exactly how ridiculous the premise is. That doesn't excuse it from being a steaming pile of yellow snow, but at least it's self-aware enough to not take itself seriously. There is a sweet innocence about the character that reminded me a bit of Elf because he's always trying to help everyone out.
What becomes most apparent is that life is that much easier when you're hot.
2 just get it over with and fuck already out of 5
