Arthur Christmas, that’s who. Son of Malcolm and Margaret Christmas, brother of Steve.
Arthur Christmas is, in my opinion, the latest must see festive movie. Filled with everything that a good Christmas movie should have-lots of snow, an overdose of christmassy cheer, a splash of emotion and of course an overweight man (it’s not politically correct to say fat anymore, is it?) with a beard and a red suit.
The story takes place on Christmas eve, when Santa’s out busy doing his rounds to all the children of the world. Steve is head of operations running his regimental elf task force, Malcolm is the current santa claus out with the elves delivering presents whilst Grandsanta and Margaret sit patiently at home watching a livestream of ‘Mission Santa Claus Is Coming To Town’ on the TV. Where’s Arthur, you ask? Sitting in his little room, writing personal replies to every single child who wrote to Santa this year, because all Arthur truly cares about is that Christmas is perfect for each and every child.
Santa returns from his journey to find one present left in the factory- a child’s been missed. Santa’s exhausted and Steve is still determined that the mission was a success, so it’s up to Arthur to save Christmas! (are you feeling the sheer cheesiness of this movie yet?) With the help of Grandsanta and Bryony the wrapping elf (“I can wrap any parcel with just 3 pieces of tape. 3 pieces!”), he sets off in the old sleigh led by “Dasher, Dancer, Prancer, Dave, Bambi, You With The White Ear and You” to find the little English girl with an empty stocking. Without ruining the story for you, there’s a few hiccups along the way but remember no film is complete without a happy ending, especially at Christmas!
The film is filled to bursting with famous voices- James MacAvoy, Hugh Laurie, Micheal Palin, Eva Longoria, Imelda Staunton, Jim Broadbent, Bill Nighy, Joan Cusack and Robbie Coltrane to name but a few. The animation is pretty flawless. The script is ridiculously quotable!
[Who cares about one single child?
I’m not just a fatty in a suit am I?
They once said it was impossible to teach women to read.
They should put him somewhere safe…like the South Pole.
So what if the little nipper sees him? A whack on the head with a sockful of sand and a dab of whiskey on the lips and they don’t remember a thing!
Me? Up there? In that?
And I said to myself, Bryony that looks like some fine wrapping.]
The sentiment is just beautiful. I cried because I was happy, and I cried because I was sad.
So go forth, and watch.
May no child be left behind this Christmas.