It’s a LGBT Christmas in Netflix’s A New York Christmas Wedding. While out for a run Jennifer Oritz meets her guardian angel, who gives her a vision of what her life would’ve been like if she had perused her first love (sort of a gay version of The Family Man). The acting’s not very good, but it’s the writing that really kills the film. It sets up some interesting conflicts at the beginning but then veers off on a diatribe against the Catholic Church and its stance on gay marriage. Also, the film changes the rules of the vision at the end to mitigate any sacrifices Jennifer would have to make to get what she wants. And Jennifer is just not a compelling character. A dull and confused film, A New York Christmas Wedding doesn’t seem to know what it wants to do or where it wants to go.