Ramie Smith

Christmas at Plumhill Manor (2024) spins a story that’s cozy and a little chaotic—because, let’s be real, holiday gatherings rarely go as planned. So, imagine a charming English manor stuffed with history, secrets, and enough Christmas decorations to make your eyes water. The main character, probably way more Type A than she wants to admit, shows up hoping for some peace, but, classic, her family’s drama follows her right through the front door. There’s an estranged sibling with a chip on their shoulder, a grandmother who’s a little too honest after a glass of sherry, and, oh, a lost love who just so happens to be snowed in for the weekend. People keep tripping over old grudges and fresher misunderstandings, but nobody can escape the forced cheer of matching pajamas and cringe-worthy carol singalongs. Through all the bickering and holiday disasters—burned gingerbread, anyone?—something weird happens: these people start to remember why they like each other, or at least why they put up with each other. And, let’s not forget, there’s a family secret brewing in the background—some ancient letter or hidden treasure, because why not? By the end, with the snow falling and everyone a little tipsy, the manor’s magic kind of works its charm. Hearts thaw, forgiveness happens, and even the grumpiest guest cracks a smile. It’s messy, funny, and, honestly, kind of sweet. Classic Christmas movie vibes, but with just enough sass and realness to keep you rooting for this delightfully dysfunctional crew.