Colin can’t bear the thought of another Christmas alone so he hires some company. Unfortunately, the girl who turns up is not the goddess he was hoping for. Can this mismatched couple make it to Boxing Day without killing each other? Back in LA for the fourth time, “The Christmas Present” is the heart-warming story of a hooker, a hotel room, and some holiday magic.
The Christmas Present
Reviews
The Christmas Present is a piece deeply fluent in the language of loneliness. It’s not the traditional family holiday tale out to teach the ‘true meaning of Christmas,’ but then again, as society disappears farther into social media and further from real emotional and physical contact, maybe Guy Picot’s story is exactly the kind of Christmas tale we need. - Recommended
Guy Picot’s smart black comedy, The Christmas Present, is a terrific deviation in holiday fair, taking a left turn into the dark alley of repressed desire and yearning need. The scene is set in an upscale hotel room that boasts expensive-looking red sheets on the bed, and, judging by the text of the script and the accents of the cast, takes place somewhere in the still United Kingdom. Colin (dynamic, energetic Troy Blendell), a fit-looking, middle-aged businessman, has booked a room and hired a prostitute for a thirty-six hour stint as a Christmas present for himself. Still smarting over his failed marriage and his sad, self-generated social isolation as upper management type, he is looking for the hooker to give him some kind of connection that, of course, includes sex and something more that is undefinable.
The Christmas Present is a piece deeply fluent in the language of loneliness. It’s not the traditional family holiday tale out to teach the ‘true meaning of Christmas,’ but then again, as society disappears farther into social media and further from real emotional and physical contact, maybe Guy Picot’s story is exactly the kind of Christmas tale we need. - Recommended
Guy Picot’s smart black comedy, The Christmas Present, is a terrific deviation in holiday fair, taking a left turn into the dark alley of repressed desire and yearning need. The scene is set in an upscale hotel room that boasts expensive-looking red sheets on the bed, and, judging by the text of the script and the accents of the cast, takes place somewhere in the still United Kingdom. Colin (dynamic, energetic Troy Blendell), a fit-looking, middle-aged businessman, has booked a room and hired a prostitute for a thirty-six hour stint as a Christmas present for himself. Still smarting over his failed marriage and his sad, self-generated social isolation as upper management type, he is looking for the hooker to give him some kind of connection that, of course, includes sex and something more that is undefinable.