Paddington (Ben Whishaw) ends up a bear behind bars after falsely being caught red-hatted stealing an antique from an irritating Jim Broadbent.

This 2017 sequel bearnefits from Wes Anderson visuals and Aardman levels of detail, but swaps the original‘s pro-immigration angle for a generic moral about not much beyond being nice. It presents a refreshingly, realistically diverse (if idealised) London, but furgets to capitalise on its captive audience with an involving story.

Hugh Grant relishes his self-referential role as a villainous actor, but Brendan Gleeson steals the show as the chef in the prison that Paddington transforms from penitentiary to patisserie. On the other paw, the long prison stretch and teddyous chase sequences leave you more inclined to hibernate than care about the bear.

The result is an asinine ursine sequel whose bearfaced attempts to tug at the heartstrings are more sickly-sweet than its marmalade content. Despite its status as a London landmark, Paddington 2 is an ursa minor entry into the bear market.