I now finally have my own The Brown Bunny. I hated Last Christmas. The lazy, peculiar, and out of left field twist has no justification. It simply doesn’t work.
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Actually, is that all that shocking though? Not really, it’s all the same recycled material anyhow. It’s all beside the point, however. Many romantic comedies take this route. They need to pay the bills too, right? Hollywood is never going to try something different… Until it does. Last Christmas was on its way to the sweet spot of two-star ranking films tend to strive for and end up with. It then turned the tables in a way that lands like a ideas bomb that drops with a loud, vibrating thud. That falls squarely on the shoulder of Thompson (might explain the film’s best lines working in her favor) and Byronny Kimmings, who wrote the screenplay. I, like many I’m sure, saw it coming. I looked for obvious clues that never appeared, which makes it downright lazy. It’s not that it’s unorthodox, puzzling; it’s the mere fact that it simply doesn’t work.
Imaginary or real, there is an unspoken, verbal contract between the studio and the viewer on these types of movies. Pulling the wool over your eyes, and if that wasn’t enough, it takes a victory lap. This only reinforces the same peculiar thud that can’t be explained. Some might argue with the same-old cliche? The heart wants what the heart wants, or its a byproduct of one of the character’s content substance abuses. The problem here is the film doesn’t even bother to justify it with a dumb side note — as an example, see an eye-rolling plot point of Terminator: Dark Fate where they know the location of threats by unknown text messages — because you can’t possibly cover it up without blowing any credibility.
Last Christmas, I want my precious time back.
M.N. Miller has been a film and television writer for Ready Steady Cut since August of 2018 and is patiently waiting for the next Pearl Jam album to come out.