A white man with blonde/grey hair in a stained olive drab jumpsuit and tool belt, wearing gloves is standing outside a stone inn. The lamp posts behind him are wrapped in brightly colored knitted scarves. He is looking at a white woman next to him who has long brown wavy hair. She is wearing a tan trench coat. In one hand she carries two bags and in her other hand she has a wide brimmed wine colored hat. They are looking at each other with interest.

Review: There Are Worse Places For Your Eyeballs Than A CASTLE FOR CHRISTMAS

If you’re a white American rom-com heroine of a Certain Age ™ whose life has gone all topsy turvy, chances are good that you’ll end up in Scotland with a down-on-his-luck-Duke, his scrappy dog, and his sagging castle (not a euphemism). I mean, Scotland must test off-the-charts with viewers over forty because I feel like … Continue reading Review: There Are Worse Places For Your Eyeballs Than A CASTLE FOR CHRISTMAS