"Relentlessly, These are dark times."
Last Christmas is a very odd film indeed. In spite of the promotion, it is not a George Michael jukebox musical - most songs appear as instrumental incidental cues - and it becomes even more evident that the Michael songbook, excellent thought it may be, is simply not a fit to a Christmas movie or this particular storyline. Juxtaposing Emilia Clarke's grumpy all-year-Christmas-shop assistant with a festive London makes for an uneven and distancing journey, the blunt politicking jars, and the story of her developing relationship with a handsome stranger who helps her to find her Christmas spirit really is not hard to work out at an early stage, although Henry Golding applies industrial levels of charm to make his role work. It is to everyone's credit that the ending does manage to have warmth and feel-good impact, but overall as a concept this movie is simply too flawed at its (transplanted) heart.
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