Goblet of Fire is a thoughtless and sour film. Acting as the interstitial link between two distinct eras of Potter’s progression, Goblet should embrace eery liminality. More importantly, Harry, Ron and Hermione’s growth should be met by a maturing and caustically energetic screenplay. But instead, the film abandons the most interesting conceits of the franchise for a pretty pour tournament arc, and totally snubs the character writing with deeply idiotic and poorly established drama.
The direction is poor- Mike Newell…
Trigger warning: suicide
This film contains a scene where a grieving parent is able to hug her dead son one more time. He stands monolith-like among the field, shimmering in the golden hour, and she sees him. It’s like a dream at first. Maybe she’s had this dream a million times. But when she approaches him, and he tells her he loves her with his eyes, she knows it’s really him. A hand outstretched, she caresses him and they embrace.…