The Vicar of Dibley: The Christmas Lunch Incident (1996) Some good self-regarding gags help to raise the film above an overuse of sap and slapstick (ski slopes, ill-fitting dresses) – but beware a soundtrack that sounds as if it was pilfered directly from ‘The Ultimate Love Collection, Volume Two’.Emilia Clarke and Henry Golding star in Last Christmas (Image: PUBLICITY PIX)įeaturing Emilia Clarke and Henry Golding, the film showcases a selection of London’s most beautiful settings, some of which include Covent Garden, Yuletide Store, The Ally Pally Icerink and romantic hideaway Phoenix Garden.Īnother memorable location in which you could pay a visit to is St Mary’s (Bryanston Square Marylebone) which is the location of ‘St Judes’ homeless shelter where the film concludes with a star-studded talent show. Guess whose savvy legal knowledge rescues Jones from this unlikely pickle? Most incredibly, she lands up in jail on a trumped-up charge of drug possession. A disastrous skiing trip with her beau presages a teary break-up for Jones and an unconvincing working holiday to Thailand, where she is tempted by Cleaver’s oily charms (‘You thought all I knew about Thailand was pussy and ping-pong balls…’). But her story increasingly takes a downward, desperate turn once the sequel flails around for legs of its own. In the film’s earlier scenes, Kidron does well to extract some passable social satire from her heroine’s awkward encounters with Darcy’s stuck-up colleagues at a Law Society dinner. Whereas, previously, Bridget Jones was eternally single, a boyfriend has now endowed the awkward 32-year-old with a different set of concerns. Once again, Renée Zellweger (famously porky) is the titular Jones, a kvetching, bumbling, weight-obsessed TV journalist Colin Firth (famously dishy) is Mark Darcy and now also Jones’ handsome but rigid lawyer boyfriend (a man with a reputation for muttering the sensual words ‘I’m sorry, but I need to come’ mid-coitus) and Hugh Grant (famously caddish) is Daniel Cleaver, Jones’ smooth-talking colleague and Firth’s more dapper, less scrupulous love rival. I’ll admit it: I never caught the first Bridget Jones movie and so can’t fully compare this sequel to the original – although I suspect a large degree of regurgitation.
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