Lots to like, but in the end, the more I unpick it (especially the start and end) the less regard I have for it.
I don't get it... I appreciate I'm not the target audience, and to be fair, both the kids liked it. You can read all kinds of classic film references into this, like Chaplin or Ealing Comedies, but there's a reason people don't make films like that anymore.
The central family are just a bumbling collection of rich, middle-class white clichés. The dad especially is the worst. Paddington himself is a weird overgrown baby-man, just prat-falling through the film.
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Honestly, I'm dumbfounded... This film is forty-five minutes of a grown-ass man arguing with an annoying child, thirty minutes of tired freaky-friday / body swap slapstick pratfalls, the rest a mish-mash of confusing, meta-physical, psuedo-religious nonsense about the afterife, with inconsistent rules about what can happen... Honestly kids will be bored and won't get it, and I have no idea what Koolaid the adults who are rating it five stars are drinking. Can there be that many failed jazz musicians…