GOODBYE JUNE

December 12, 2025

Andrea Riseborough, Fisayo Akinade, Helen Mirren, Johnny Flynn, Kate Winslet, Timothy Spall, Toni Collette

Words by JANE CROWTHER


There are two types of people in the world: Christmas movie people and non-Christmas movie people. If you’re in the former group, you’ll likely love Richard Curtis, John Lewis adverts and enjoy Kate Winslet in the The Holiday. And Winslet’s directorial debut sits comfortably within that vibe, a festive comi-weepie with a star-studded cast, cute kids and a closer that will make you want to give your family members a good squeeze (even the grouchy ones). It’s unapologetically tinsel-y, emotionally manipulative and loaded with Britishisms – in other words, a successor to Love, Actually and exactly the type of movie you might want to watch post-turkey with the fam when it debuts on Netflix.

Andrea Riseborough, Fisayo Akinade, Helen Mirren, Johnny Flynn, Kate Winslet, Timothy Spall, Toni Collette
Kimberley French/Netflix

Written by Winslet’s son, Joe Anders, the titular June at the centre of a scrapping family is a granny matriarch (Helen Mirren) with terminal cancer, whose pre-Christmas fall puts her in hospital under the eye of nurse Angel (the absolutely delightful, Fisayo Akinade). June’s grown kids don’t really gel: bossy career woman Julia (Winslet) and abrasive organic-only Molly (Andrea Riseborough) fight; rumpled Connor (Johnny Flynn) doesn’t get out of his parents’ house much, and hippy Helen (Toni Collette) hasn’t been home from LA for years. Crammed together in a hospital room with various offspring (directed with appealing authenticity so as not to come over as stage-school brats) and a daft dad (Timothy Spall), June’s family unravels and binds tightly together again as she takes her final breaths…

Andrea Riseborough, Fisayo Akinade, Helen Mirren, Johnny Flynn, Kate Winslet, Timothy Spall, Toni Collette
Kimberley French/Netflix

Family squabbling is sketched with relaxed realism as the siblings talk over each other, tell their dad to shut up and get so infuriated by one another a visiting rota is drawn up. A vase is broken, people confess jealousy over vending machine snacks and there’s a gooey nativity with Christmas lights. None of it is deep, but the family dynamics feel recognisable even if death is somewhat sanitised. Winslet’s direction is assured, and regardless of whether Yuletide cheese is your bag or not, this is a confident start for an actor making their foray to the other side of the camera. It bodes well for what Winslet might do next.

Andrea Riseborough, Fisayo Akinade, Helen Mirren, Johnny Flynn, Kate Winslet, Timothy Spall, Toni Collette
Kimberley French/Netflix

Pictures courtesy of Netflix
Goodbye June is in cinemas now

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