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.

The music of George Michael and Wham! is hauled out on to the soundtrack of this mouldy tangerine of a movie with about the same level of care and sensitivity that you might find on the festive mixtape at a motorway service station.

Clarke is wonderful, running around in a bright green elf suit with jaunty pointy-toed shoes showcasing a wild abandon that only grows more captivating as things progress.

Boasting a fantastic cast, with two charming, compelling leads in Emilia Clarke and Henry Golding, Paul Feig delivers a lighthearted, festive film, but stuffed with cliches and a twist that doesn't quite work.

I now finally have my own The Brown Bunny. I hated Last Christmas. The lazy, peculiar, and out of left field twist has no justification. It simply doesn’t work.

The bad news is that Last Christmas doesn’t have much in the way of a story outside of that one lyric. It all adds up to an odd little film that kind of works and kind of doesn’t.

It'll become a Christmas tradition for you, and you'll get to tell folks you liked it before it was cool.