A cast including Richard E Grant, Celia Imrie, Kiell Smith-Bynoe and Nigel Planer warm up a formulaic narrative about a imperilled retirement community
The annual drive to expand the festive film canon begins unseasonably early with a modest, sentimentally inclined Britpic that opens like a penny-pinching John Lewis ad; thankfully, it improves from there. The titular Mr Flint (John Bradley) is a Napoleonic history buff whose animus towards late December dates from seeing his (French) mother drop dead amid the Christmas decorations; now he spends the holidays cavilling at carollers and insisting that the icy pavements of his native York come with health-and-safety warnings. This very much not being the kind of film to confirm a fellow in such beliefs, Aubrey is instead nudged towards a developer-targeted retirement community planning one last theatre production; and when the residents choose A Christmas Carol, it all but closes the book on where this film is heading.
The real hero here is casting director Lucy Amos; she gathers familiar faces who deserve a Christmas bonus for making the formulaic narrative seem far livelier than it is. Atop a mince-pie frosting of sugar, we get a welcome sprinkling of comic stardust; sure, you may struggle to identify Richard E Grant beneath the frizzy wig-and-’tache combo that transforms his toy shop owner Mr Hopkins into a modern Geppetto, but the care home alone gifts us Dave Johns as a former manager, Kiell Smith-Bynoe gardening under Karl Pilkington’s ever-irascible eye, and other eminent residents including Celia Imrie, Brian Bovell and Nigel Planer, whose Ghost of Christmas Present forms a funny little coda to the Nicholas Craig story.
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