I rarely turn off a film half way through but this pretentious little movie had me scurrying for the remote and deciding to empty the dishwasher for something better to do. From the minute Horace Wimp arrives at ...er .... Benidorm airport ( neatly giving Alicante the swerve) the film takes a humongous nose dive into film school self indulgence. As others have said Tim Spall is usually worth the admission price but here he grossly over eggs the pudding as the almost childlike sacked bank employee. By the time the burlesque performer pulls what looked like a piece of string out her front bum I was contemplating finishing today's sudoku. FC.
Review of It Snows in Benidorm
