Overlooked Specials 9th Day of Christmas

9^th Day of Christmas:

Arthur Christmas

Thankfully it seems more and more people are realizing how incredible Arthur Christmas is! Christmas in the modern era is executed like a Black Ops mission, however Santa is getting old and senile. Everyone expects him to retire and pass the mantle on to his son Steve who already essentially runs everything. But when one child is missed, it’s Santa’s second son Arthur who embarks on a mission with his grandfather, to deliver her present by any means necessary. This may top Christmas Vacation as the funniest Christmas movie. The humour is sharp, smart, and fast, exactly what you’d expect from Aardman and more. The cast is superb from Ashley Jensen to Imelda Staunton to Jim Broadbent, James McAvoy as earnest as ever, Bill Nighy frigging hilarious, and Hugh Laurie wonderfully back in a comedic role. But the films’ most endearing facet is that though it presents an old vs. new conflict, it takes neither side. It’s about the heart-warming ends rather than the means, which is a very refreshing and important theme embodied ideally in Arthur. All that matters is that children are happy, and more than children will be happy with this new classic!

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