After all the hype going around Mr O and I decided we simply has to watch the instant Netflix classic A Christmas Prince. Recently Netflix caused a bit of a furor by tweeting the fact that fifty-three of its users had watched the film for eighteen consecutive days. Some people thought it was hilarious, others were somewhat concerned about how much data Netflix has on its users. I hate to tell them this, but if you exist in any way in modern society, every company knows everything about you. Sorry.
But on to the film… Amber (Rose McIver) is a junior reporter who is sent to the imaginary country of Andovia to do a story on its Prince, Richard (Ben Lamb), who is soon to be crowned king. Richard is known to be a playboy and there are suspicions that he is going to abdicate. He also has no time for the media and refuses to give any interviews.
What luck then for Amber that she is mistaken for Richard’s younger sister, Emily’s (Honor Kneafsey) new tutor… because it’s not like the royal family of even an imaginary country would have any vetting processes, but I digress.
Now with an inroad into the palace and straight into Princess Emily’s favour Amber has the opportunity to get to know the real Richard, who absolutely surprisingly is nothing like the media has portrayed him. Now she will have to wrestle between telling the story her employers want and following her heart, while trying to unlock the mysterious riddle the late king left behind. If that wasn’t enough there is also competition from Richard’s cousin (Theo Devaney), who wants the throne for himself and Richard’s ex (Emma Louise Saunders) who wants Richard for herself.
A Christmas Prince is ridiculously predictable and cheesy and low budget. The plot reads like something that could have been spat out by some kind of plot by numbers machine. If you can’t figure out what is going to happen every second of the way from the moment you start watching it then I worry for your mental state.
The thing is that it’s kind of like everyone is in on the joke. It’s not trying to be anything other than predictable, cheesy and low budget and so there’s a kind of guilty enjoyment in that. For the most part the acting is not terrible despite the horrendous script and Honor Kneafsey does a great job of stopping Emily from being an annoying brat.
If you fancy turning off your brain for 92 minutes and wallowing in syrup there are worse films that have been made.