Seems like Paul Feig is sticking to his wannabe-European
kick. After last year’s quite surprising tribute to French cinema with A Simple Favour, a pretty damn good effort all things considered, Feig’s latest appears
to be his attempt at a British rom-com, akin to Love, Actually or Bridget
Jones’s Diary. Snagging the co-writer of Bridget Jones’s Baby to both co-write
and star in this film is probably part of that attempt, although it’s not as if
people need much of an excuse to show off Emma Thompson still being enjoyable
after all this time.
Between its Christmas setting, and its main gimmick
involving the discography of George Michael (2019 has indeed been the year of
the jukebox musical), I can’t say I was really expecting anything from it other
than maybe some good laughs and a few feels. I certainly wasn’t
expecting a big heap of coal to get dumped in my lap.




