The new Paddington movie is witty, exquisitely acted and beautiful to look at. And in a welcome change from the usual more-saccharine-than-a-plum-pudding Christmas fare, it has delighted liberal viewers with its perceived pro-migrant message. “Bear baits UKIP with fluffy immigrant tale” headlines Xan Brooks in the Guardian. Author Michael Bond has long been on the right side on this issue, allowing Paddington’s image to be used in campaigns for migrant rights. An immigration lawyer’s commentary on the real difficulties which an anthropomorphic bear might face has been popular on social media.
In the film however, this radical potential is tightly circumscribed, as London is represented by a small area from Notting Hill to South Kensington. Ukippers might well scoff that the Browns, with their huge W10 home, can easily afford to take in a migrant. The film very deliberately positions itself as a tale of London rather than the UK as a whole. This allows Londoners to feel smug about their racial integration, while allowing Ukippers from outside the capital to harp on their constant whinge that a London elite doesn’t understand them or their issues. Even worse, Peter Capaldi’s nosey neighbour Mr Curry, the representative of UKIP ideas in the film, has second thoughts when Nicole Kidman’s evil museum director plans to stuff Paddington rather than report him to the authorities. Deportation of migrants is fine, we are left thinking, but killing them is not. Nigel Farage would agree. And all of this is tinsel-wrapped in a Mary Poppins London where non-ursine immigrants are represented by the best-groomed Caribbean street band you have ever seen. At the end of the film, the message is that in London everyone is different and can make a contribution. Note: London, not England or Britain. The UKIP mantra is effectively reinforced.
Sadly, it’s a sweet film that is utterly unchallenging to watch for the many low-level racists who will vote UKIP in May, and even endorses them.