It spins the narrative of one of the Victorian art world’s most mysterious marriages into a study of life lived and life merely examined.
The old ways have been literally silenced, with no thought as to why they existed in the first place. The only lesson Merida learns is that she should be more careful in her dealings with witches.
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.
It’s a caper film that doesn’t generate much excitement around its capers and a comedy that would be much funnier if it paid more attention to detail or established a more personal perspective.
This is a must-own for keepers of J.K. Rowling’s flame.
Steven Soderbergh’s Ocean’s Twelve is a starfucking circle-jerk orgy that doesn’t even have the common decency to get you off.
The shortest Harry Potter film to date, Prisoner of Azkaban is noticeably slim in the extras department.
Here is a Harry Potter film where the filmmaker isn’t trying to fulfill a check-listed quota.
The features on this DVD still feel as if they’ve been designed for the five and under crowd.
As far as stuffy Oxford dramas go, Harry Potter and the Sorcerer’s Stone has them all beat.