In my column this week, I review the new Harry Potter movie. Basically, the gist is this: As a super-embarrassing wizard enthusiast, I enjoyed watching it (magical business! I love it!). As a person-reviewing-a-movie, I just couldn't. I still think Alfonso Cuaron's Prisoner of Azkaban is the only Harry Potter movie that actually feels like a real, thoughtful, well-plotted movie. Which is annoying. Don't you think that's annoying? Get your shit together, movie directors!
How can it be possible that after five tries (Alfonso Cuarón's totally legit Prisoner of Azkaban excepted, obv) the Harry Potter franchise still hasn't figured out how to turn a book into a movie? Half-Blood Prince is 153 minutes long. It is lumpy. It confuses. The source material offers plenty of cinematic potential—it's mysterious and illuminating and scary as fuck—but the film plays out like one long, labored anticlimax, with all the wrong alterations and weird clunky dialogue dragging the plot along (actual quote: "So what was Draco doing with that weird-looking cabinet? And who were all those people?").
Read the whole thing HERE.
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