Like the film itself, [Hugh Grant] he’s too aware here of his own adorableness. The Englishman Who Went Up a Hill is pleasant, but in a small and overbearingly cute way. As offbeat charmers go, it qualifies as a molehill.

A well-bred, diverting idyll.

Well-crafted as it is, and hard to dislike, it's harder still to shake the suspicion that Monger is making a mountain out of a molehill.

It's a simple, nostalgic watch with a predictable plot whose dramatic peaks are more rolling hills than mountains.