There was a reason why I bought this movie: Peter O'Toole. He's one of the greatest actors of our time and normally he's able even to make something out of a lousy script. However, in the case of "Thomas Kinkade's Home for Christmas" even Peter O'Toole can't save the movie. He gives a good performance, but every time he opens his mouth I was cringing because of the cheesiness of what he had to say. His character is pure cliché, but at least he isn't alone with that. All of the characters in the movie behave like something out of a kitschy novel and everything they do and say is absolutely predictable. We have the loving, caring mother who's a victim to circumstances, but nevertheless tries not burdening her sons; we have the sons who're as good, loving and boring as if they were cousins of the Waltons; we have the noisy neighbor; the irresponsible father (but he's having his heart on the right place because otherwise we wouldn't understand how Mommie dear could ever love him) and of course the wonderful, old mentor who feels inspired by the energy and adoration of the youngster. Besides the entire movie looks like a Kinkade painting - sweet, kitschy and overdone. I actually like "feel good" movies, but this isn't one for feeling good, but for feeling overfeed on sugar!
Review of Thomas Kinkade's Christmas Cottage
