The nightmare before Christmas
Nativity 3: Dude, Where’s My Donkey?
Stars Martin Clunes, Catherine Tate, Marc Wootton, Lauren Hobbs, Adam Garcia, Celia Imrie, Niky Wardley, Duncan Preston, Susie Blake, Ralf Little, Jason Watkins
ACOUPLE of years ago, my inquisitive nephew – then six years old – asked what happens to children who are consigned to Father Christmas’ naughty list.
I told him that children who misbehave don’t get any presents on Christmas Day and must spend the following 12 months being extra good. I know now that I was wrong. Mischievous scamps on the naughty list will be punished by spending 110 minutes in the company of Nativity 3: Dude, Where’s My Donkey?!
There are elements of this shambolic third instalment of writer-director Debbie Isitt’s improvised festive fables that my little nephew might enjoy: flatulence, dollops of donkey dung and a gurning man-child dressed in an oversized animal costume.
However, no amount of wrapping can disguise an early Christmas turkey, overstuffed with sickly sentiment, mawkish musical sequences and gargantuan leaps of logic.
It’s a crying, snivelling shame – the original Nativity!, released in 2009, was an unabashed delight that has become an annual treat in my tinsel-laden household.
This third – hopefully final – chapter is a nightmare before Christmas.
Mrs Keen (Celia Imrie), the new headmistress of St Bernadette’s Primary School in Coventry, welcomes superteacher Mr Shepherd (Martin Clunes) to the fold to whip the pupils into shape ahead of an Ofsted inspection.
On his first day, Mr Shepherd sustains a swift kick to the head from the school donkey.
When he regains consciousness, he doesn’t recall his daughter Lauren (Lauren Hobbs) or his impending New York nuptials to sweetheart Sophie (Catherine Tate).
Buffoonish teaching assistant Mr Poppy (Marc Wootton) helps Lauren restore her father’s memory by visiting favourite haunts from his childhood and participating in a flash mob competition in London.
Meanwhile, in the Big Apple, Sophie’s old flame, arrogant flash mob guru Bradley Finch (Adam Garcia), worms his way back into her brittle affections with help from her parents (Duncan Preston, Susie Blake), brother (Ralf Little) and bridesmaid (Niky Wardley).
This is possibly the worst film I’ve seen this year.
The script’s definition of a flash mob is extremely loose, some of the children at St Bernadette’s look too old to attend primary school, several New York scenes have clearly been shot closer to home, with British actors at odds with the accent, and Mr Poppy is a major irritation rather than a joyous source of giggles.
Performances are as wooden as a Norwegian spruce and the song and dance numbers are unevenly lip-synced.
Characters behave without melodic rhyme or reason.
Sophie’s brother inexplicably vows to help slimeball Bradley win back Sophie, then sabotages the nefarious plan in the next breath.
To answer the over-punctuated question in the film’s title: with regret, dude, he’s at the knacker’s yard dragging the entire cast and crew with him.
n SCHOOL SPECTACLE: Marc Wootton and Martin Clunes with the children of St Bernadette’s Primary School PA