Anyone who knows me will be able to tell you that when it comes to Christmas movies, I have a very low tolerance threshold. There were a handful of scenes that I can say I fully love, some critically great like The Nightmare Before Christmas, The Muppet Christmas Carol and Love Actually, and others not so like Jingle All The Way. To be completely honest, I haven’t even construes the likes of Home Alone, Elf and How The Grinch Stole Christmas! With that in imagination, feel free to call me Scrooge and take my review of Last Christmas with a pinch of salt.

Directed by Paul Feig and infused with the music of George Michael and Wham !, Last Christmas tells the story of Kate( Emilia Clarke ), a hard living, hard-handed partying twenty something whose recent health problems have left her with a moderately foolhardy attitude towards life and at the centre of worry of her overbearing Yugoslavian mother( Emma Thompson ). Kate’s aimless life starts to change, however, when she satisfies Tom( Henry Golding ), a handsome stranger and positive influence who starts to make an impact on her cynical soul.

Being co-written by the legendary Emma Thompson, I was hoping that Last Christmas would be a fun, fluffy and most importantly funny movie that allured seasonal gatherings. Unfortunately, it turns out to be none of those three. If “youve had” seen the trailer, you don’t have to be a genius to guess what the’ big change’ in this movie is, and if you predicted correctly as I did, then watching the narrative unfold is behavior more cringe than cool. It had brief instants of wry humour, but amazingly for the purposes of the a talented scribe as Thompson, a good deal of the dialogue and comments feel painfully outdated. A oration about how’ weird’ dating apps are? Hardly revolutionary in 2019. A pile of the script feels slightly out of touch and it’s disheartening. Feelings are certainly in the right place regarding the overall meanings and themes of the picture, there is a substantial amount of care towards homelessness and volunteering, with a immediate subplot on the tragedy of Brexit to boot, but there is just something about the film overall that feels off. I concluded myself laughing at it rather than laughing with it, and you never wanted to go to be the case.

There is definitely an endeavor in the dialogue and overall tone of the movie to stimulate past category classics like Love Actually, but the key thing missing here is that whilst Love Actually is really, really gone, Last Christmas is just really, actually not.


From a personal standpoint, some of my negative mind on the film might stem from the fact that I am hitherto to be completely convinced by Emilia Clarke. I recollect experiencing her in Terminator Genisys, but was never amply on board with her Game Of Thrones performance and I feel exactly the same here. There is one note-ness about Kate as a persona that starts to test one’s patience, and I’m not sure whether that is the Clarke or the writing. What I couldn’t detach from was the facts of the case that the fast paced, baked observational fun of the dialogue is so quintessentially’ Emma Thompson’ that most of the time it certainly feels like Clarke is doing a strange impres of the screenwriter than occupying a assembly that the she appointed. Whether that is down to signature humour being stronger than the narrative or simply a outage on Clarke’s part to fully realise her courage, I’ll let each observer decide for themselves.

As Tom, Henry Golding implements his errand as vaguely bland, but handsome and sweet love interest solidly but not remarkably. He and Clarke have an enjoyable fairly chemistry, it’s just a shame that the floor they are playing out for you is this particular one. Emma Thompson proves to be a fun highlight as Petra, Kate’s thick-witted accented, over fretting and over involved father. Interesting to note that she honors herself with the majority of funniest and most memorable strands!

There are a number of familiar British based cameos that help to emphasise that attempted tone of Love Actually, including the likes of Sue Perkins, Rebecca Root and even Wham founding member Andrew Ridgeley. They are all fine and none does anything’ mistaken ‘, it’s just, well , nothing thumps relatively like it is intended to.

Overall, I can’t say that Last-place Christmas isn’t a mortification, because it is. I didn’t have high expectations, I travelled in aiming to have a fun but stupid season, but sadly the fun is mostly missing from proceedings. If I didn’t have a friend in the cinema with me to find the fun in laughing at it rather with it, then it would have felt like a real chore definitely. Bah humbug!

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