Holiday Camp

I'm not sure if families still engage in collective activities such as these, but in Ken Annakin's Holiday Camp, dozens of peeps gather to vacation.

They head to what is/was known as a resort where they share their accommodations, while friendly festive ceremonious synergies earnestly envelope emergent mischief.

The resort in Holiday Camp coordinates activities for its visitors, and every day new engaging experiences tempt the diverse and curious clientele. 

The Huggetts aren't immune to the celebratory serendipitous surfeits, and take the time to bask instinctually within the hyper-reactive cavalcade. 

Young adults frisk through fancy, felicitously reckon and rambunctiously fathom, attuned to the old school patriarchal discipline at one time widespread with stern imposition.

But good times could still be had within the rather more severe limitations, and romance was indeed approved of in order to propagate the next generation.

Eventually, however, not perhaps quite so intently, people at this time still awaiting what's often referred to as "marriage" before diversifying the species. 

Alternative amorous shenanigans were still amicably encouraged through habitual experimentation.

The vast majority of guests indeed quite inquisitive.

Dancing, dining adored.

There's no doubt there was once a time when the rule of men was culturally assured, and their inclinations and intuitive tendencies effectively governed beyond key or code.

Should individuals engage in scandal they were still reprimanded, respective relational responsibilities still promoted and practically conditioned.

How strange would it indubitably be to suddenly be transported to the postmodern age, and negotiate a less one-sided sociocultural continuum wherein which multifaceted peculiarities complement?

And the traditional duel or the steadfast altercation no longer held ubiquitous sway?

Would it be easier for someone from the present to transport back to the ecstatic post-war Huggett era (if not invisible), or for someone from back then to randomly materialize within contemporary Manhattan?

The answer perhaps can be found in Star Trek: The Originals Series's Mirror, Mirror.

The Huggetts still put on a good show.

Startling semantics.

Transitional tides. 

Men with Brooms

In a fit of hopeless anguish a skip abandons his agile team, to roam the wilds of Northern Canada and Québec in a fruitless wayward daze (Paul Gross as ____ Cutter). 

But the rocks he had discarded within isolated aqueous depths, are miraculously discovered by his old school hands-on coach (James B. Douglas as Donald Foley).

Unfortunately, the act of discovery inflicts a devastating wound, otherwise known as a crise cardiaque, his surviving family forlorn and crushed.

But their genuine heartfelt grieving finds sincere communal support, and the very same itinerant skip suddenly returns from his mournful travels.

It soon becomes apparent that the desire to curl still proudly dominates, their cheeky resolute bucolic daring fortuitous insurmountable spirit.

Ashaméd young Cutter hears the call and asks his father for nimble aid (Leslie Neilsen as Gordon Cutter), the reliable team boldly reassembled to seek out unheralded victory.

Applauding damsels supply convivial radiant luminous supple backing, Cutter Jr. finding himself caught between a bonafide astronaut (Michelle Nolden as _____ Foley) and her comic sister (Molly Parker as ____ Foley).  

Like they've put the band back together they set out to resurgently compete.

Others awaiting their brave contention. 

Across the wilds of Québec and Canada.

I remember catching a Brier in my youth on TSN one frosty weekend, and I loved how every province and territory had sent a team there to compete. 

I loved how 'lil P.E.I suddenly held an equal footing with larger jurisdictions, and had the chance to potentially upset much more heavily populated provincial opponents. 

But even more so it seemed to me that many of the competitors may have come from small towns, without the wealth or social standing oft attributed to skiing (you can even play if you're overweight!).

I liked how teams perhaps from Moose Jaw, Swift Current, Gravenhurst, or Rimouski, had perhaps defeated rivals from Toronto or Vancouver to resoundingly compete for the coveted Brier.

Needless to say, I was even more enthusiastic to apply such a thought to rinks competing at the Olympics, and have always paid attention since to see if our curlers at least took out Russia and the States.

Men with Brooms comedically captures such thoughts in a raw salute to a passionate game.

If you've never watched curling, you should check it out.

There's solid competition at the Scotties Tournament of Hearts (and elsewhere) as well.