I don’t know if it’s just me, but Christmas television this year hasn’t felt as special or as inspiring as it sometimes does. There’s no Christmas Doctor Who special, and no superb films finally showing on TV, so that the only thing to look forward to seemed to be Gavin & Stacey.
Wait a minute, Gavin and Stacey returning after a decade?? Yes! Many, many, many of us were looking forward to this welcome return to the twin worlds of Billericay and Barry Island, and thank goodness it was a perfect episode that wasn’t ruining anything that went before.
I wouldn’t have heard of this book if it hadn’t been for the Netflix adaptation, that we enjoyed as part of our festive film roundup. It was billed as a teenage Love Actually, featuring all these intertwining stories and on screen that worked really well.
This film was entertaining enough and certainly fit the bill when it comes to cheesy Netflix Christmas rom-coms but it doesn’t really stand up to a lot of scrutiny. Firstly, the title calendar is barely featured in the second half of the movie. Secondly, I can’t help but think the story suffers from that Indiana Jones effect of everything happening anyway even if the calendar hadn’t have been there.
Was a bit nervous going into this one because the first movie, whilst fun wasn’t exactly a classic. And it’s about parenting which is probably one of my least favourite subjects. But it’s a Christmas movie, and we’re on a roll, so hey!
I had heard that a new version of Baby It’s Cold Outside was going to be released, with updated lyrics, but I hadn’t heard it until recently. Kelly Clarkson and John Legend have rewritten the old classic which has come under fire for some difficult lyrics that could be considered to fall on the wrong side of consent.
I do get why the old song is problematic for some people. That line “what’s in this drink” can absolutely be taken out of context and if you read the lyrics at face value, it does sound like a guy trying to coerce his date to stay longer than she really wants to.
Thank goodness, this movie is a return to form - well the form applicable to the Nativity movies anyway. It was really quite enjoyable, and moving in places, and actually has a timely story about immigrants and just treating people as human beings even in times of trouble.
What a terrible movie. Honestly, the Nativity series has so far been in the so bad it’s good category of brilliant Christmas movies, but this one does not stand up to the rest of them. For a start, the plot makes no sense, it’s far-fetched and contrived and the sequence of events is utterly ridiculous. I know you’re supposed to suspend your disbelief, but hey, I haven’t even started talking about the fact that Mr Poppy takes a bunch of kids to New York without permission or enough supervision.
I saw this promoted as a teen movie version of Love Actually, and although skeptical, I was pleasantly surprised that it lived up to that reputation. Perhaps the connections are slightly less tenuous, because this is about a group of teenagers from the same town who all end up at the same waffle house, but still, how they get there is the real meat of the story.
This is a really lovely Sunday afternoon movie - gentle but emotional, with a good story but no crazy heart-wrenching moments. I dreaded that third act twist that would ruin everything before the happy ending but thankfully it wasn’t bad at all.
We watched the third movie in Netflix’s Christmas Prince franchise this week and… huh. It was an experience. I’ve obviously reviewed the film itself in the proper place but I wanted to expand upon this with a note about the fiasco that is the credits.
The normal movie credits roll, that’s fine. Cast, crew, music and location credits. Then we get to the geographic specific stuff, the dubbing and additional voice credits.