Nancy Meyers's The Holiday appears to be one of those typical romantic comedies that come out during the holiday season -- lightly amusing and utterly forgettable. All of which leaves critics with little to write about. As Lou Lumenick puts it in the New York Post: "Complaining about the gooey and generic The Holiday is as useless as railing against fruitcake -- this is a slick, throwaway chick flick designed to provide nothing more than mindless diversion between bouts of shopping." Obviously Christy Lemire of the Associated Press has similar tastes, writing: "Like the gooiest, sweetest cup of eggnog, The Holiday doesn't have a whole lot of nutritional value, and you'll probably hate yourself afterward for giving in to it, but it is rich and yummy and irresistible." Then there's Claudia Puig, who comments in USA Today: "The Holiday is a rare chick flick/romantic comedy that, despite its overt sentimentality and fairy-tale premise, doesn't feel cloyingly sweet." And to Peter Howell in the Toronto Star it all amounts to a "glib seasonal confection."