Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire: More of the Same
Today I went to Harry Potter and the Hooded Fang…er…the Goblet of Fire. I didn’t go on opening day because I’m a huge Harry Potter fan (in fact,I’m not one at all). It just happened to be the most promising movie which I hadn’t seen in the time slot I had available.
IMPORTANT: If you haven’t read the books or heard about the casting of this movie, this review contains minor spoilers. I stuck the whole thing after the jump, to be safe. [more]
More of the same. That’s what a Harry Potter movie promises these days, and that’s largely what it delivers.
Absurd game of quidditch? Check. For the life of me, I don’t know why each team just doesn’t deploy seven seekers, so that the game becomes a fourteen player game of Chase the Bumblebee. After all, you catch the little thing, you win the game.
Hogwarts is infiltrated by gruesome figures with nefarious intent? Check. You’d think the school would hire a couple dozen rent-a-cops and a private detective.
Popular British actors are unrecognizable under incredible makeup? Check. Why is the English Patient hunting Harry Potter?
Though the stars are growing up rapidly, the movie still seems aimed exclusively at children. There’s an onslaught impressive special effects, chase sequences and flashy bits of wand wielding (why don’t they just give them Glocks and be done with it?). There’s nothing wrong with a movie just for kids, but there are plenty of examples of movies which work on multiple levels and are entertaining for both kids and adults. The Incredibles springs immediately to mind.
This is too bad, because the two male leads–Daniel Radcliffe and Rupert Grint (1976 called, and it wants its hair back) are becoming better actors, and have much more natural chemistry. Unfortunately, they rarely get to chat. Between the introductions of new characters, dragon avoidance and long shots of sweeping, foreboding vistas, they rarely get a moment to themselves.
Hermione Granger is an increasingly cruel role for Emma Watson. She struggled in this film, having little to do but huff and puff at Harry and Ron in turn. There’s a pissed-off-teen-girl-at-the-dance scene which fails miserably. This isn’t all Watson’s fault, the script and the direction fall flat as well (not to mention the utter undesirability of poor Ron). This is despite the fact that there are dozens of examples in teen films of the last two decades to draw upon. Watson acts through Goblet of Fire like she’s completing a particularly tedious homework assignment.
The adult portion of the cast is excellent, though a little wasted as each gets so little screen time, and in such short scenes. Dumbledore (Michael Gambon) pronounces, McGonagall (Maggie Smith) tsk-tsks, Hagrid (Robbie Coltrane) worries, all briefly and effectively.
I haven’t read the books, but each film has felt, to some degree, overly loyal to the text. Which is to say, about a half hour too long. The plot centres on Harry completing three tasks as part of the Triwizard Tournament. Unfortunately, we have to wade through the World Cup of Quidditch, an undead Ku Klux Klan attack, and a dream sequence to get there. The same goes for the epilogue, which doesn’t commit the felony of Return of the King, but deserves to be charged for a like-minded misdemeanour.
If you enjoyed the other Harry Potter movies, I can’t imagine why you wouldn’t like this one. I was occasionally entertained and occasionally bored. Maybe the films will get more adult with teenage stars. If so, hopefully we’ll see a little more conversation and a little less action.