The fun but more predictable Fantastic Beasts: The Crimes of Grindelwald moves the new series forward, but only incrementally.
The film exists resolutely outside of salience and doggedly within the comfort of escapism.
The Legend of Tarzan drags Edgar Rice Burroughs’s century-old pulp into the social perspective of the present day.
David Yates finds limitless opportunity to depict smallness and stillness in the chaos and hubbub, reshaping the bombast and branding around the most minute contours.
As with its predecessors, Deathly Hallows’s narrative is driven by gobbledygook devices.
It never manages to generate the dramatic momentum necessary to create requisite suspense or a sense of import.