Life in “The Holiday Trilogy” is like a game of snakes and ladders: a struggle to climb high that ends in a fall, a Sisyphean torment repeated ad infinitum. Life puts up a struggle—desperately, hopelessly, joylessly, but ultimately ineffectively. There is only one road to salvation, and it lies in generating an illusion. Things aren’t going at all well, but we keep on playing the game of impressions. Holidaying is the only value that favours everything. Holidays render the unattainable attainable. A comedy that will never end.
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