POSTED: 01:30 a.m. HST, Nov 22, 2013
If lush settings were plums and costumes were nuts, we'd all have fruitcake for Christmas.
And we could enjoy it watching the lovely-looking but dramatically flat and emotionally sterile "The Christmas Candle," a pretty period piece of a holiday fable that lacks the wit, decent story and better dialogue that might have made it a classic.
Filmed in Gloucestershire, England, it's the tale of a village — Gladbury — that has held onto a tradition that says every 25 years, the local candlemaker produces one batch that holds the magical candle an angel ensures will grant the owner his or her heart's desire.
In a poor town, that's a nice thing to cling to — a little hope that being given this candle and told to "light this and pray," grandpa's blindness will be cured, that missing goat or prodigal son will return by the end of Advent.
But that 200-year-old tradition is pooh-poohed by the new preacher, the handsome Rev. David Richmond (Hans Matheson of TV's "The Tudors"). It's 1890 and England is going electric. There's no "magical, wish-granting angel," he preaches. And the locals are appalled.
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Eventually he sees the need to at least replace the "miracle" with something else to cling to. As the townsfolk pass on their Christmas candle wishes to the candle-making Haddingtons (Lesley Manville, Sylvester McCoy), Richmond reads those wishes and attempts to make them come true.
"Be the miracle," he advises his flock. Fix that roof, visit that lonely old lady. And so they do.
But the reverend is harboring his own secret sadness. And there's a fellow skeptic, the lovely Emily Barstow (Samantha Barks of "Les Misérables"), who might be lured back to church by his good deeds. Can he help her sickly dad (John Hannah of "Four Weddings and a Funeral")? Or Charlie, the little boy who cannot speak?
There's not a whit of mystery to the proceedings, and even moments with the potential for great charm manage only the tiniest drop of it.
Director John Stephenson comes from the animation and special-effects realm, so the angel and miracle candle effects are well-conceived. And the entire production is burnished to the point of handsome. He had the makings here of a "Masterpiece Theatre" Christmas production.
But neither he nor the screenwriters are able to turn Max Lucado's novel into anything more than pablum. No fruitcake for us this Christmas.
Review by Roger Moore, McClatchy Newspapers