The line between tradition and cliché narrows at Christmastime. Holiday movies are a paradox. They set the tone for what we think that Christmas ought to be, and yet the characters are almost never having the Christmas they want—and the Christmas they want is most likely a Christmas they never had. Their displacement mirrors our own. What we long for is just beyond our field of vision, like a landscape obscured by a snowstorm.
Because it is an inherently nostalgic season, holiday movies are often set in a mythical past—a past we never had. But Alexander Payne’s new film, The Holdovers, uses the peculiar mythology of its time period in a special way. It filters sentimentality through lambent understatement. He lets a restive era fill our lungs, and the result is like a whiff of fresh pine.
As The Holdovers begins, Paul Hunham (Paul Giamatti) passes out finals that most of his students have flunked. What this means is that they will go into Christmas telling their parents that their Ivy League ambitions are sunk. It is the last day before holiday break, in 1970, and these prep-school boys’ minds have already glazed over with ski trips and tropical getaways. Their classics teacher relents, slightly. They can take a mulligan on this exam—but will have to learn new material for the retake in January.
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