The Grinch begs the question of why we need a Christmas story from the well rinsed Dr Seuss pantheon. But here we have it.
Directors Yarrow Cheney (The Secret Life of Pets) and Scott Mosier (Eddie's Life Coach) have pieced together a feel-good film that puts a spotlight on Christmas cheer.
Residents of the snowy town of Whoville have decided to turn up their Christmas festivities to 11.
Enter that ol' killjoy, the Grinch (Benedict Cumberbatch), to cast the shadow of his lowing brow upon the town's unbridled optimism. We all know the Grinch's drill; loner, outcast, grumpy, and Whoville's seasonal exuberance proves to be one curly ribbon too many. He is, however, not quite the curmudgeon we've become accustomed to in previous films. In fact, when he complained of rampant consumerism I began to be sympathetic to his plight.
His mission to steal the town's joy (ie. their Christmas presents) sees him, along with his trusty dog Max, embarking on an evening of "righteous" thievery that has far-reaching consequences.