The absence of Paul King and Sally Hawkins is painfully apparent, there’s probably a little too much Antonio Banderas and not enough Olivia Coleman, and the first half is clearly trying to find its footing. While all of this may be true (and hard to accept), there’s a point in the second half where everything clicks and that familiar warmth that the Paddington films are renown for begins to nest in your heart. 

Am I biased since I’m a diehard Paddington fan?…