Last Christmas

[It's] a star-studded romcom that plays like an expensive Hallmark film.

Still, it's worth a visit to the multiplex to behold cinematographer John Schwartzman (National Treasure: Book of Secrets, The Founder) accept the challenge of illuminating a feature almost entirely by Christmas lights.

Last Christmas is patronising, illogical and silly.

You don't want to spoil it - it's silly, but satisfying as a plum pudding.

Like Kate, Last Christmas is unequivocal in its appreciation of Michael, but it fundamentally misunderstands the daring individualism and self-deprecating wit that underpinned his best work.

Even so, this familiar and formulaic holiday tale has its pleasures, unless your name is Ebenezer - and in the end, even he was mollified.

It's worth seeing with family and girlfriends and moms and besties because it's a smart happy movie you can laugh with without feeling dumber for it.

Last Christmas fortified my cynicism for more than an hour, then Clarke eroded it just enough to make me like it.

Yeah it's predictable and a little formulaic, but Emilia Clarke and Henry Golding are such a whimsical duo - delivering on the laughs and the tears.

For all its unoriginality there is something inherently likeable in this fondue mess.