Reminder to self. Don't watch a movie when you have a headache.
Although I took some pills and had some food, and although the film had very little in camera motion, the kinda thing that gets me nauseous watching films, I had the same feelings watching the latest Harry Potter installment, which meant I only saw half the film before I left.
Too bad, because it seemed like the best of the Harry Potter films. The Harry Potter films really benefit from one idea, which is the characters age, and therefore there's the idea the characters mature. Watching, say, Star Wars, you don't get this sense at all.
In particular, you don't feel these are ten year olds, but teenagers. More than the previous films, this one puts Harry in close up, and he's angsty, isolated. Where you felt Harry, Ron, and Hermione were going to summer camp in the first film, here, Harry's just moody, and the other two don't seem to be able to figure out why.
The director handles this by isolating Harry from Hermione and Ron. I also get the sense they wanted the characters to be a touch more British than usual, pronouncing words less American.
The key character in this film is Imelda Staunton playing Dolores Umbridge in a wickedly slimy way. She smiles, but wants to put people in their places, and all you can imagine is that you wanted her blasted to bits in the worst possible way. She pushes all the buttons that kids hate, from the smug authority, to the fake smiles.
Well, I'll have to catch the rest of the film at some other time when I'm not having headaches and such, but my initial impressions was that it was the best so far (perhaps not saying much), mostly because of the evolving Harry and his maturity (or lack thereof).
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