Fantasy is great simply because it has nothing to do with reality. In FantasyLand*, Vincent Perez is perpetually as he was in Indochine. That is to say, scorching. Also dashing and romantic to a fault. But mostly? Spectacularly, mind-bendingly beautiful. Do yourself a favor and sneak some time during the holidays to watch it (alone). It will provide ample daydreaming material for when that one relative corners you and insists on telling you the minutiae of their year.

* There is no aging, no balding, no bloating in FantasyLand. Luke Wilson lives there too.