Breakfast with Scot

This post is part of my movie-a-day challenge in which I will watch a film every day for 365 days. Today is Day 66. You can see all the posts for this challenge HERE. To see the original Movie-a-Day Challenge post, click HERE.

Hey friends, gather ’round for a tale of unlikely families, flamboyant baton twirling, and the transformative power of a really good sequinned vest. I just binged “Breakfast with Scot,” the 2007 movie that’s basically glitter thrown at a heartwarming holiday Hallmark flick. Buckle up, it’s a wild ride.

So, picture this: Tom Cavanagh (think Joey from “Friends” with way more sass) plays Eric, a hockey-loving dude living his best life with his partner Sam (the ever-dreamy Ben Shenkman). Life’s a perfectly buttered croissant until BAM! they become the guardians of Scot, an 11-year-old whirlwind of pink tutus and Britney Spears dance moves. Played by the ridiculously charming Noah Bernett, Scot is like a glitter bomb crossed with a sassy Cher impersonator. He loves baton twirling, quoting Oscar Wilde, and wearing more sequins than a mermaid disco ball. 🪩✨

Cue the culture clash! Eric, bless his jock heart, tries to turn Scot into a mini-me hockey player. Sam, the ever-supportive partner, embraces Scot’s flamboyant spirit, leading to epic dance parties and living room fashion shows. It’s heartwarming chaos, like watching kittens play with a rainbow yarn ball.

Of course, it’s not all sunshine and glitter glue. Scot’s flamboyant presence throws Eric’s carefully constructed world into disarray. It’s like, imagine a hockey player who’s all about being macho, suddenly having to deal with a kid who’s as far from that world as you can get. Scot’s into musicals, makeup, and he’s got this fashion sense that’s just so out there, it’s awesome. 🌈

Eric worries about judgment, about fitting in, about being outed as gay in his hyper-masculine hockey world. It’s a poignant reminder of the struggles LGBTQ+ families face, even in a movie with enough sequins to blind a disco dragon.

But here’s the beauty of “Breakfast with Scot“: it doesn’t shy away from the tough stuff, but it also doesn’t drown you in melodrama. It throws laughter and love at you like confetti at a Pride parade. The movie does this brilliant job of blending humor with some really tender moments. Like, there’s this scene where Eric and Sam are trying to figure out how to be parents to a kid who’s challenging all their notions of normal.

And the acting, y’all! Tom Cavanagh goes from grumpy Grinch to glitter-loving softie with the comedic timing of a pro juggler. Ben Shenkman is the rock of the family, radiating warmth and acceptance like a sunshine-powered hug. And Noah Bernett steals every scene with his infectious energy and sassy one-liners. He’s basically the human embodiment of a rainbow sprinkle cupcake.

Oh, and here’s a fun fact that blew my mind: Did you this was the first gay-themed film to ever receive an endorsement from a professional sports league? Yep, the NHL actually supported it! How cool is that? 🏒

Now, if I had to nitpick – and I mean, really scrape the barrel here – I’d say some parts of the movie might feel a tad dated, especially with how much progress we’ve made in representing diverse characters since then. But honestly, that’s just me being super picky.

What I absolutely adore about this movie is how it doesn’t just stick to clichés. It’s not afraid to dive into the messy, complicated bits of life and relationships. And let’s be real, who can’t relate to that?

So yeah, “Breakfast with Scot” is more than just a feel-good flick. It’s a reminder that family comes in all shapes, sizes, and levels of sequin obsession. It’s about embracing who you are, even if it means wearing pink legwarmers to your brother’s hockey game. It’s about the transformative power of love, laughter, and maybe a little bit of Britney Spears choreography.

So, if you’re looking for a movie that’s equal parts heartwarming and hilarious, with enough glitter to fill a Kardashian Christmas stocking, check out “Breakfast with Scot.” Just be warned, you might find yourself spontaneously twirling a spatula and belting out Whitney Houston in your kitchen afterwards. Trust me, it’s a good thing. 🌈

Peace out, glitter queens and hockey kings! ✌️✨
Roger