

If you loved the first one, you don't need to read any further, just head out with or without the kids, your shout. And in case you hadn't guessed from the tone, I utterly loved it.

Paul King did a magnificent job and here he is, back for Paddington 2. A joyous celebration of acceptance and a wonderful acknowledgment that just because somebody sees things through innocent eyes, they are not daft. The first Paddington movie was just that. Happily for my sanity, some things are way beyond sentimentality. And nothing guarantees dialling up the Grinch in me to eleven like the supermarkets ushering in Christmas as soon as the kids are back at school.

In fact, judging by the chocolate section in M&S, it's been that time of year since mid-October. It's getting to the time of year when this sort of movie is an absolute requirement.
