Not quite as funny as I remember - I was howling with laughter the first time - and the film's nasty streak felt a whole lot nastier the second time around. And the moment I thought "Oh! It's Bad Santa meets Spellbound", it dipped a little more in my estimation.

Hugh Grant playing his signature role of “bumbling, repressed white middle-class Englishman” is joined by Colin Firth as “another bumbling, repressed white middle-class Englishman” and Andrew Lincoln as “third bumbling, repressed white middle-class Englishman”. Embracing diversity, Laura Linney appears as “bumbling, repressed white middle-class American woman”.
Worse than I expected; crass in a multitude of ways; the Kris Marshall subplot is excruciating; the Martin Freeman-Joanna Page asides are toe-curling; and it’s all served up with hideous quantities of body-shaming, jingoistic tub-thumping and horrendous cultural stereotypes. Shit Actually.

An ambiguous story that I may or may not have enjoyed.

Only kidding: I unambiguously found it impenetrable and increasingly irritating, in no small part because of the intermittent screeching of the organ on the soundtrack.

The sheer fucking unwarranted hubris of Todd Phillips that he thought he could better (let alone equal) Planes, Trains & Automobiles. I laughed a total of two times - both times because RDJ pulled a facial expression that managed to rise above the pitiful slop of the script.