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This tweet, posted by Netflix a few days ago, has had the Internet, and viewers, up in arms for the last two days. The movie, A Christmas Prince, was released on November 17, and has quickly become the bad movie that, for whatever reason, viewers apparently just can’t get enough of. Myself included.

Ignoring the fact that Netflix is indeed keeping track of my viewing habits, which is totally creepy if we’re being honest, I decided to give it a go and see for myself what all the fuss was about.

For those of you who haven’t yet watched it (you really should though), basic storyline is as follows: young, ambitious journalist Amber Moore, played by the lovely Rose McIver, whom you might recognize from iZombie and Once Upon A Time, travels overseas to the mystical, snow covered hills of Aldovia to get the scoop on Prince Richard, played by the handsome Ben Lamb. Richard is set to take the throne following his father’s death the previous year, and is portrayed by other news outlets as being an irresponsible playboy who, rumor has it, wants to abdicate the throne.

In a case of mistaken identity, Amber finds herself invited into the inner workings of the palace, posing as the new tutor to young Princess Emily, Richard’s sister who suffers from spina bifida. Amber takes the opportunity to get closer to Richard and to investigate the abdication rumors, and as most princess movies would have it, finds herself falling in love with the prince.

I won’t spoil the rest of it for those of you who haven’t seen it, but after watching this movie, I can see why people are so gaga over it. It’s cheesy without a doubt, and reminds me of a modern-day version of The Princess Diaries. It has the best aspects of every princess movie you’ve ever seen, and it’s just one of those movies that when you’re watching it, you can’t help but find yourself rooting for the girl and at the same wanting to punch the evil relatives in the face who want the throne all to themselves.

It’s everything you could ever want or love about holiday movies this time of year, and has been described as a “Hallmark movie on steroids [which] somehow combines Beauty and the Beast, Cinderella, The Princess Diaries AND The Devil Wears Prada into one ridiculous masterpiece” according to Florida Today.

I’m not exactly sure where they get the whole “The Devil Wears Prada” reference, unless they’re referring to the fact that in the beginning of the movie, and with the exception of a few people, everyone insists upon being called by their royal titles. Spoiled much?

This movie makes us laugh, it gives us hope, and it gives those of us who tend to get a little ‘Grinch-ish’ this time of year 92 minutes to ignore the rest of the world while sitting curled up in a blanket with our pajamas on, drinking a cup of hot chocolate, and imagining a better place.

So, my dear, sweet Netflix, although I shouldn’t have to justify or explain my viewing preferences to you, to answer your question: no one hurt me. I just happen to enjoy watching cheesy and utterly ridiculous, feel-good holiday movies. It’s enough Christmas without totally being in your face, like the ones currently running on an endless cycle on the Hallmark channel. It’s also funny and has some heartfelt moments. The ending is totally cliche without a doubt and it encompasses every girl (and guy)’s favorite princess movie moments.

Maybe we should ask who hurt you because you’re NOT loving this movie with the rest of us.