As a proud Maxonian I very much enjoyed seeing the delightful Asa Butterfield being forced to spend Christmas in my hometown, although it's a shame not a single scene was actually filmed there and they inexplicably put police sirens in the background whenever there was a quiet moment - rude.
It should really have been a lot funnier but in an interesting art-imitating-life parallel I once went out with a posh southerner called James who wore a lot of gilets, so serendipity dictates that this might actually be my perfect Christmas movie.
After Gremlins of course.
