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We’ve been waiting for this day for what feels like centuries, and now it’s finally here. It’s the return of one of the greatest titans that the film industry has ever known, whose projects have collected countless accolades and changed cinema as an art form several times over. After years of delays, detours, and demolished dreams, the time has come to once again let movies whisk us away to another world.
I am, of course, talking about Lindsay Lohan’s return to film. I’m sure James Cameron would love to have that kind of adulation being hurled at Avatar 2. But has James Cameron ever bonked his head on a ski slope, lost his memory, and fallen in love with the handsome innkeeper whose struggling lodge needs a miracle just in time for the holidays? No, but Lindsay Lohan has. And she’s brought us something that will be remembered long after Avatar 12 hits TubiTV in 2089: holiday cheer.
Yes, La Lohan has clawed her way from the bowels of child-star hell to set Earth’s axis right again with her new Netflix holiday film, Falling for Christmas, out today. To say that this moment has been a long time coming—for both Lohan and the hordes of fans she amassed during her stint as one of the most famous actresses in the world—would be a colossal understatement. After a tough life growing up in the public eye, Lohan made several flailing comeback attempts. There was a play in London’s West End; a harrowing, Oprah-cosigned reality show; and, most recently, a Vanderpump Rules-style series about a now-shuttered beach club in Mykonos.