In the first week of November 2003, classic Christmas movies around the world felt a great disturbance after the debut of two new vacation films cemented the advent of a new epoch of vacation movies.
The first was “Love Actually, ” a charmingly British movie with a series of emotionally-fueled, intertwining storylines that has continued to inspire pathetic pieces of fan fiction to this day.
The second was “Elf, ” the tale of a North Pole employee who grew up thinking he had issues with his pituitary gland before defining off on an epic journey to New York City to find his papa after discovering why he’d never fit in.
It’s a movie that continues to inspire that one person you work with to constantly recite lines from the movie during the course of its entire month of December.
One of the more popular quotes involves the elf food groups — candy, candy canes, candy corns and syrup — two of whichBuddy incorporates into a breakfast that’s only slightly less balanced than a bowl of Cookie Crisp.
Every time I see that scene, I ask myself the same question: There’s no way that they are able savor good, can it?
This year, I decided to finally find out.
I’ve always sympathized with Buddy a bit — I wasn’t orphaned as a child and have never worked for Santa Claus, but we’re both defined by our abnormal heights and I know a thing or two about get gazed at while walking around New York.
I figured I might as well put myself in his shoes( well, I guess the latter are tights if we’re being technical ).