Chalet Girl, review

Dir: Phil Traill; starring: Felicity Jones, Ed Westwick, Bill Nighy. 12 A cert, 120 min.

Chalet Girl is all about Felicity Jones, the rising star even more convincing than Carey Mulligan at playing a teenager, despite being 27. The film, a packaged Alpine-slope romcom with Cinderella overtones, keeps threatening to sink into a squishy mulch of inadequately scripted formula, and she keeps buoying it right back up.

It helps that she�s off the hook in needing to play for our sympathies, because Tom Williams�s script lays on the underdog pathos like a slab of hardened treacle: Jones�s Kim was a promising skateboard prodigy, then her mum died in a car crash, then she served fast food, and now she leaps at the chance to be patronised daily and cater to the every need of the ski crowd.

Ed Westwick�s goofy prince is Kim�s ticket to validation, unless we count the wearily obligatory snowboarding subplot, in which a crucial jump goes awry repeatedly because of a hang-up officially diagnosable as Childhood Trauma Flashback Syndrome. Phil Traill�s film could have done with a bit less of this, and more Bill Bailey as Kim�s lovably hopeless dad, extracting still-frozen lasagne from the microwave and sampling it like a lolly.

Somehow, it ends up slaloming along just fine, and Tamsin Egerton continues to corner the market in Sloaney hauteur with extra hot sauce.