Again. Thank god it’s perfect.
Completely charming, and far superior to the weirdly cruel original. This one is much happier to throw itself into the toffee-apple alternate universe of Paddington, in which Londoners inhabit vast homes on snowy Georgian terraces, and greet each other with cheerful hullos. Because that, as the film makes explicit, is The Paddington Effect: none can resist the combined assault of good manners and marmalade sandwiches. Even the villain – Hugh Grant revelling in his role – isn’t terribly evil. Which is just as it should be.
Oh for Christ’s sake, Ridley.
It’s a monster movie. Stop taking it all so fucking seriously. (Or do that a whole lot better.) You have incredible production design, a budget of squillions, a very able cast and a monster so genuinely iconic it still has the potential to shock. And apart from a jump or two, I spent this movie more or less blandly engaged, and never once properly tense or excited. Because you’ve decided it's all about god, or…
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I've never seen one of these all through. But today I took two 12 year-olds to the BFI IMAX for the full 3D spectacular. And it is spectacular. The images are insanely vivid, saturated in colour – and, of course, noise. It's a string of thunderous fights strung together by (well, hardly that, more like briefly interrupted by) 'narrative' scenes it's often very difficult not to LOL at.
Mark Wahlberg is Mark Wahlberg, under the peculiar pseudonym of Wade Yeager.…