From the Brickyard | Subject: It didn’t win any Oscars, but it won my heart
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You can keep your classics.
Your black-and-white tearjerkers.
Your Hallmark specials.
Give me Jingle All the Way.
Arnold. Sinbad. Turbo Man.
Peak 90s chaos. Pure childhood adrenaline.
It’s not the “best” Christmas movie.
But it is the one burned into my DNA.
The mall fights.
The Booster slander.
The mail bomb scene they somehow let slide in a kids’ movie.
The Minnesota landmarks sneaking into half the shots like a cameo.
This movie is Christmas to me.
It’s nostalgia.
It’s simpler times when all you needed was hot cocoa, snow falling sideways, and Arnold getting into hilarious hijinks all to get a toy.
Every year it hits the same spot:
That warm, goofy, chaotic, childhood-core feeling.
Call it what you want…
You can hate it.
I don’t care.
For me?
And it’s not Christmas until Turbo Man takes flight.
Like your physique, the Christmas spirit is built, not found.
Brick by brick.
-Brickwall