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.

The script isn’t Thompson’s best.

Though Last Christmas sticks to some of the genre's prior tropes, it outdoes the norm through a multitude of layers and credible performances that are genuine and scarce in the usual holiday films produced.

A painfully stereotypical rom-com that fails to touch any chords.

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.