For something that arrived on Netflix looking like just another Santa-origin spine, this turned out to be genuinely sweet. Klaus takes the old "spoilt rich kid learns a lesson" setup and sends its pampered postman to the end of the world, where grudges are frozen in and joy is basically contraband. It's broad, but the emotional beats mostly land.
What really sold me was how it looks. The film leans into a hand-drawn style with gorgeous, painterly lighting; faces, snow and flickering candles all feel tactile and warm in a way the useual plastic CG doesn't. More animated films could do with this kind of texture and humanity instead of the chasing the same glossy house style.
It's still a Christmas film about learning to be less selfish, so you can see some of the turns coming a mile off. But the craft, the designs and the gentler humour keep it cosy rather than cloying.