The film is, a collection of anaemic tales taking place in
the lead-up to December 25, with Emma Thompson, Colin Firth, Alan Rickman and,
others.
There is the story that revolves around Hugh Grant as the British
prime minister and his romantic involvement with the office tea lady.
Then there's one with Liam Neeson's highs and
lows as a widower and stepfather to a young boy, who is, not only
'in love' with another minor but is, we are plainly supposed to believe, mature
beyond his years.
Remember " The Holiday", in which Iris (Kate Winslet) and Amanda (Cameron
Diaz) swap abodes, with Iris going to LA and Amanda heading off to England.
With a running time of two-and-one-quarter hours, the film is much too long,
and they most certainly should have got rid of an incredibly boring storyline
about Iris becoming friends with an ancient screenwriter who tells anecdotes in
which he incessantly namedrops identities from the golden years of Hollywood
while she has to attempt to look enchanted.
However, aside from the novelty of hearing Winslet speaking in her own
accent, there is enjoyment to be had simply from the dwellings that are
featured. Amanda has a house that is approximately the size of the Hearst
Castle; and Iris, for some reason, mirth-inducingly lives in an Olde Tyme
Englishe Cottage in a charming village, without a council flat, dreary motorway
and/or Little Chef in sight.
What's really good is "Bad Santa", with Billy Bob Thornton
as Willie T Stokes. This man is a reprobate who scrapes out a living by being
hired to wear the red suit and managing every Christmas Eve to rob the mall at
which he works. He also forms a friendship, of sorts, with a boy he refers to
as The Kid.
My boss loves "A Very Brady
Christmas", me not so....lol.... too chessy!!!
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