Netflixable? Santa’s helpers take it off — “The Merry Gentlemen”

Netflix’s conquest of “The Hallmark Holiday Movie” as a genre continues with “The Merry Gentlemen,” a snowy tale of Santa season stripping to save the family bar.

These movies follow a fairly strict formula, and this one — scripted by actress (“The Practice”) and sometime screenwriter Marla Sokoloff checks off the requisite boxes. Not with any subtlety, mind you.

It’s sillier and more contrived than one would like. But it makes for colorful background noise for all the holiday prep going on at home. And unlike a lot of what we’re baking and what we see baked and served here, it’s not likely to cause tooth decay or diabetes.

Watching Bûche de Noël prepped, eggnog snickerdoodles and chocolate candy cane cookies come out of the oven won’t make you fat.

Britt Robertson of TV’s “The Rookie” plays our single-gal-in-the-city who comes “home” to find a hunk for the holidays in this variation on a Hallmark-familiar theme.

Ashley’s a dancer with a Rockettes-knockoff revue, “The Jingle Belles.” She’s not 25 any more, so the production finds a reason to lay her off, “aging me out” of a steady gig she’s had for a dozen years.

There’s nothing for it but to go home, where Mom (Beth Broderick, who first made her mark in “Sabrina: The Teenage Witch” on the tube) and Dad (Michael Gross of “Family Ties”) put a brave face on the finances of their music venue small town bar, The Rhythm Room. It’s going bust.

Fortunately, Ashley keeps tumbling into hunks — her cabbie (Hector David Jr.), her sister’s (Sokoloff) cook-husband (Marc Anthony Samuel), the bartender at The Rhythm Room (Cole Prattes).

But it’s the handyman hunk (“Dawson’s Creek” alumnus Chad Michael Murray) wearing all the hair product that gives her the inspiration. A holiday male-stripper revue could save The Rhythm Room. Let’s put on a show!

Literally everything about this is pre-ordained, with every “twist” leaning into schmaltz — the “obstacles” to the success of the stage revue, the roadblocks to romance, the dialogue.

“I don’t bite.” Oh? “I’ve heard stories about city girls!”

And there’s something familiar about that cute old barfly (Maxwell Caulfield of “Grease II!”) that could come in handy in the third act.

That’s one of the appeals of these shlocky movies, the “Whatever happened to’s” who populate the cast.

Robertson is properly plucky and handles her Jingle Belles dance scenes well enough. The male dancers range from convincingly new dancers (none of them has missed a session at the gym) to Chippendales ready.

It all adds up to tinselled treacle, inoffensive enough to be shown at Christmas Eve church services, but barely tolerable — dramatically and aesthetically — in any other setting.

Rating: TV-PG, stripping

Cast: Britt Robertson, Chad Michael Murray, Marla Sokoloff, Marc Anthony Samuel, Michael Gross,
Maria Canals-Barrera, Beth Broderick and Maxwell Caulfield.

Credits: Directed by Peter Sullivan, scripted by Marla Sokoloff. A Netflix release.

Running time: 1:27

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About Roger Moore

Movie Critic, formerly with McClatchy-Tribune News Service, Orlando Sentinel, published in Spin Magazine, The World and now published here, Orlando Magazine, Autoweek Magazine
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