Review

"Love on Iceland: Where Glaciers Melt Faster Than Your Heart (and Your Brain)"

Ah, Love on Iceland—the 2020 cinematic masterpiece that proves Hallmark movies can indeed stretch beyond small-town bakeries and Christmas tree farms. This time, they’ve traded in the cozy snow-covered cabins for… well, more snow, but with volcanoes! Because nothing says romance like geothermal activity and the constant threat of an ash cloud ruining your picnic.

The plot is as predictable as a Hallmark holiday movie marathon: a plucky American travel blogger (because of course she’s a blogger) named Claire jets off to Iceland to "find herself" after a breakup. Spoiler alert: she finds herself in the arms of a ruggedly handsome Icelandic tour guide named Bjorn (pronounced "Byorn," but let’s be real, we all called him "Bjorn" in our heads). Bjorn is stoic, brooding, and has a secret passion for knitting sweaters out of sheep wool. Naturally, Claire is smitten.

The movie hits all the Hallmark beats: awkward meet-cute (Claire slips on ice and Bjorn catches her), forced proximity (they get stranded in a cabin during a snowstorm), and a third-act misunderstanding (Claire thinks Bjorn is engaged to his cousin because of a mistranslation—don’t ask). But here’s the twist: instead of a Christmas tree lighting ceremony, the climax involves a dramatic chase to see the Northern Lights. Because nothing screams "I love you" like standing in sub-zero temperatures waiting for green streaks in the sky.

The dialogue is as cheesy as a fondue pot at a Hallmark holiday movie party. At one point, Claire says, "I came to Iceland to find adventure, but I found something even better—you." Cue Bjorn’s stoic nod and a single tear rolling down his cheek (probably from the wind chill).

The scenery is stunning, though. Iceland’s glaciers, waterfalls, and black sand beaches are the real stars of the movie. Honestly, the landscape is so breathtaking, you’ll forgive the fact that Claire somehow packed 17 different coats for a three-day trip. Who needs a plot when you’ve got geothermal hot springs and puffins?

In the end, Love on Iceland is exactly what you’d expect from a Hallmark movie: predictable, heartwarming, and slightly ridiculous. It’s the cinematic equivalent of a warm cup of cocoa—comforting, but you’ll forget about it five minutes after it’s gone. If you’re in the mood for a cozy escape with zero surprises, grab your coziest blanket, pour yourself some glögg, and let Love on Iceland melt your brain faster than a glacier in July.

Rating: 3/5 wool sweaters. Would watch again while folding laundry.