Sleepless Hollow: A Honeymoon Disaster Nobody Asked For

Is this actually worth the time?

Look, if you are into old-school domestic comedies that feel like they were filmed in a drafty basement, maybe. But if you value your free time, you might want to skip it. It is the kind of movie that feels like a long, loud dinner party where you are stuck in the corner listening to people you don't even like.

The whole premise of Sleepless Hollow is essentially a collection of bad decisions. The newlyweds show up at the in-laws, and suddenly everyone is acting like they’ve never met a human being before. The jealousy plot feels thinner than the wallpaper in the farmhouse.

The Celery Incident

I am not joking about the celery. There is a moment involving a stalk of celery that felt like it dragged on for three years. It is supposed to be funny, I think? It mostly just made me want a snack.

The leaky roof is another character in itself. It drips exactly when the dialogue gets serious, which is a neat little trick the first time. By the tenth time, you just want someone to go get a bucket and fix the shingles.

• The champagne bottle looks suspiciously like a prop from The Marriage Maker, or maybe I am just hallucinating from boredom.
• Dorothy Morrison is trying her best, but the script is doing her zero favors.
• The in-laws are exactly as loud and annoying as you’d expect from this genre.

Why does the arsenic even exist?

There is this bottle of arsenic just sitting around like it’s a spice rack item. It feels like the writers realized the tension was dead and just threw in some poison to spice things up. It’s a bit jarring, honestly. 🙄

It definitely lacks the charm of The Man from Home. That one knew how to balance the rural setting with actual personality. Here, everything feels forced, like the actors were told to 'act country' by someone who has only ever seen a farm on a postcard.

I found myself staring at the background furniture more than the leads. The chairs look incredibly uncomfortable. One reaction shot from Harry Gribbon lasts for a solid ten seconds, and he just keeps blinking. It becomes weirdly hypnotic.

Honestly, the movie is a bit of a mess. It’s not trying to change the world, which I respect. But it’s not particularly good at being a simple comedy, either. It’s just… there. Like a piece of furniture you keep meaning to donate but never quite get around to it.

If you have a weird obsession with 1920s domestic drama, you might find something to love. Everyone else? You’ll probably be checking your watch every five minutes. 😴