Last Christmas revisit review — Better than you’ve heard

People who know me know I love London — I went to high school there and have visited probably a dozen times since those years. Exactly a year ago I in town, a gorgeous week of galleries, theatre, and a lot of walking down streets adorned with all the lights of the holidays — as festive a celebration as I’ve seen anywhere. It was about 10 degrees most days and it rained but once.

I’d seen Last Christmas a few weeks before going, and it primed me for the visit. The Paul Feig film isn’t perfect, but it delivers all you want from a seasonal romcom — gorgeous locations, a great cast, and a lovely mix of joy and melancholy moments. It isn’t the movie’s fault its marketing spoiled a central twist for anyone paying attention.

Watching the film a second time renewed my affection for what I found worked so well the first: the terrific cast, a charming script with a lot of laughs, and, yes, the lovely locations. Interestingly, having seen Happiest Season recently, there are parallels going on with the family life here, though Last Christmas has just a little more grit.

All to say, Last Christmas was a pleasure to revisit and is deserving of more affection than it received when it opened last year. Please find an abbreviated version of my original review below.

Directed by Paul Feig | Written by Emma Thompson, Greg Wise, and Bryony Kimmings | 102 min | Netflix

Have you seen the trailers for Last Christmas? Don’t.

They sell it as a sweet romantic comedy set in London at Christmas, starring Emilia Clarke as Kate, a party girl who’s still recovering from a cardiac-related health crisis, who meets a mysterious, handsome stranger, Tom, played by Henry Golding of Crazy Rich Asians fame. That much is true, but more you needn’t know.

What will do you no harm is my report that the movie is a pleasant surprise. And that’s saying something coming from me, a confirmed Grinch.

What it gets right starts with the script by Bryony Kimmings and Emma Thompson, who came up with the story alongside her husband, actor Greg Wise. They follow the three romcom rules written by Richard Curtis, back when he was the king of these kinds of movies — like The Tall Guy, which Thompson starred in:

1) Make the supporting cast at least as interesting as the leads,

2) Make sure there’s a laugh somewhere in every conversation, and

3) Provide enough dramatic real-world relevance for the laughs to feel earned — four weddings, sure, but there’s also a funeral.

If anything, Last Christmas tries to do too much, an ambition genuinely refreshing in a frequently formula-bound genre.

Kate is a mess. If she can make a bad decision, she does — alienating her friends, barely holding onto her job in a Covent Garden Christmas store (working for “Santa,” played a very game Michelle Yeoh), and on the verge of homelessness at the holidays in London, a beautiful city — Feig’s cinematographer John Schwartzman never misses a chance to emphasize its sparkling beauty — that’s also unforgiving to the less fortunate.

When Kate meets Tom, she rapidly discovers he’s together in every way she’s falling apart. He rides around town on his bike, eschewing his cell phone and volunteering at a homeless shelter, encouraging Kate to pay attention to the beauty and life around her. She’s struggling with her identity following the trauma of that life-threatening health crisis and difficult family dynamics — Kate’s got an overachieving sister (Lydia Leonard) with whom she has a relationship very like Phoebe Waller-Bridge’s Fleabag and her sibling in the Amazon Prime show.

(Speaking of superior TV, I knew this movie was working when we get a flash of the classic Blackadder Christmas Special, co-written by Richard Curtis, and I didn’t flinch.)

Kate’s parents emigrated from the former Yugoslavia. which gives the picture an opportunity to include some anti-Brexit sentiment — all well-enough handled — but this is where Thompson makes the mistake of casting herself as Kate’s broadly accented mother. There’s an unfortunate tradition of caricatures of foreigners in British comedy, and while I don’t doubt Thompson’s intentions to provide a well-rounded character, she doesn’t quite escape cartoonish stereotype.

What really works, and what’s most essential for a movie like this to work, is the chemistry between the leads, which they have in spades. Golding has already established himself as a charming leading man, but Clarke is a revelation. Sure, she’s impressed in fantasy drama like Game of Thrones, Solo: A Star Wars Story, and Terminator: Genisys, but this is the first time we’ve seen her as an ordinary person — a girl, standing in front of an audience, asking us to love her — and she crushes it.

She can also really hold a tune. Hopefully there’ll be more charming romcoms and songs in her future. And fewer dragons, maybe.

About the author


Carsten Knox is a massive, cheese-eating nerd. In the day he works as a journalist in Halifax, Nova Scotia. At night he stares out at the rain-slick streets, watches movies, and writes about what he's seeing.