Hot Frosty (2024) review

In the serene (and soapy white) town of Hope Springs, widowed cafe owner Kathy Barrett (Lacey Chabert) is gifted a "magical red scarf" that she places on a snow sculpture of a male model and overnight it becomes real, and as a result he (Dustin Milligan) steals some clothes and hides in her house, but the ornery Sheriff (Craig Robinson) and his Deputy (Joe Lo Truglio) want to arrest him for public indecency.  It's such a purposefully dumb idea for a movie not even the Hallmark Channel (where Chabert has been making a living for years) wouldn't touch it, but Netflix nabbed it and it's become something of a cornball hit (my mom and her friends enjoyed watching it).  I think a reason for its "popularity" is because it presents the portrait of an "ideal man": he is handsome and has chiseled abs, can fix everything, cooks (while wearing an apron) and is feminine in his behavior ... yet he lacks a true libido, so he's not threatening and his concept of love is just a smooch (if he had functional genitalia, it might melt off due to the friction).  It's curious how the townspeople brush off the hokum by saying "It's Christmas!" ... but in reality when I run over my neighbors' mailbox with my Hyundai and leave a mud pile in their driveway, they're in a significantly less festive spirit.