I have to stop reading movie criticism when I plan to see the film. When it comes time for me to consider my own reaction I end up mentally nodding in agreement to most of what the critic says.
Makes me feel like an uncreative twit. I hate being a sycophant.
My only original commentary is that the film is fast. Damned fast. It roars by at such a pace you barely register the beginning before it’s over. Most of what was cut out and glossed over was extraneous – Rita Skeeter, Ludo Bagman, the teenage mopey stuff – but the speed did come at the expense of exposition. And they robbed the Irish of their moment in the sun! Damned Englishmen.
Given the length of this book and the two to come it would be advantageous to stretch the films into two installments: put one out now and one at Christmas. At two hours each you ought to be able to linger a bit over the Quidditch World Cup, or spend more time on the various personal conflicts. With things rushing by at such a dizzying pace you don’t even get time to worry about the return of the uber-baddie before he’s come and gone.
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