Whenever I go see a movie which I really enjoy I tend to, as a product of my childhood years, not talk about it. You can tell how much I like a movie by how much I Not Talk About It. When my wife and I saw Running With Scissors, for example, you could tell how much I liked it by the fact that I was incessantly telling people about it. (For the record: Everyone involved with that film should be hanged, drawn, quartered, and the film should be burned.)
When it comes to movies like Harry Potter, which I love as much as I loved Star Wars when I was a kid (before they made prequels and I realized it was all mostly garbage), I don’t read reviews, I barely mention it. It just frustrates me when someone else disliked it — especially when they can’t explain why. Another thing that bugs me: Opinions without reasoning. If I like or dislike something, I have reasons. I don’t always understand why the rest of the world sometimes doesn’t.
Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix, the movie, is thus-far my favorite movie. I’m glad that the movies are getting progressively darker as the books do. I’m glad that we got Dudley at the beginning. I’m glad that in parts, the movie made me jump
Delores Umbredge was creepy. I mean, out of the Twlight Zone creepy. She was done wonderfully. And Emma Watson was absolutely psychotic as LaStrange. But then, Emma Watson’s always fun. I was happily surprised when I saw her. I didn’t realize she was in this film. I’ve been busy with what’s technically called “life,” so I didn’t really keep up on pre-production gossip. (Mostly, I don’t care. I don’t need to know every time the actors change caterers for lunches. C’mon.)
I haven’t read Book 5 since it first came out (or book 6, for that matter). I’ve read each once. I remember them well enough. That’s enough for me. This means that I don’t get into a frothy lather when they cut something, or add something. Mostly, I don’t notice. Or care. A movie is not a book, nor can they ever match up exactly. The only way to faithfully adapt a book to film is a TV series or mini-series. So when it comes to movies, all I ask is that they care and they are sincere. Hence why Batman Begins, which was nothing like the comics, is my favorite super-hero movie.
Harry Potter 5 was dark and visceral and funny. They finally used Filch, who has wonderful comedic potential. I enjoyed Luna’s character no end.
The ONLY question I was left with after the movie was, if Hagrid’s brother is THAT BIG…how did Hagrid’s dad (normal sized) and Hagrid’s mum (presumably also THAT BIG) how did they…you know…you know? I don’t know. And I don’t want to know.
And….I think Dumbledore might be able to take on Gandalf at this point, in a fight. Yes I do. Although Albus Dumbledore isn’t an angel, like Gandalf. (What? Oh, just go read The Silmarillion).
So, I loved it. I am desperate for the next movie. I may re-read book six, just for my fix.
Oh, a final good thing about this movie. IT HAD NO TIME-TURNERS IN IT.