This has been a lean summer movie season. In desperation, craving a darkened theatre, avoiding the sizzling heat, I ventured into the fantastical world of “Harry Potter” and was surprisingly entertained.
I saw the first and now the last (think there are six others) of the enchanted boy’s tale written by the sensationally imaginative J.K. Rowling. I am a neophyte (euphuism for ignorant) of the magical tools, wands, permeating the story but in seconds I recognized the conflict between the good, bad and ugly and rooted appropriately for the positive forces and heroes. Brilliantly filmed without cloying, annoying massively excessive digitalization; the computer enhances rather than smothering the scenario. For two hours you romp through the realm of Horcroxes, Hogwarts, and the lusciously lethal Forbidden Forest.
The young stars: Daniel Radcliff, Emma Watson, Rupert Grint have matured magnificently into strong, seasoned actors. Vintage performers: Michael Gambon, Maggie Smith, Ralph Fiennes (sensationally scintillating as the quintessential, nefarious Lord Voldemort), Helena Bonham Carter (she has cornered the market on “weird”; fear she is dangerously close to loosing her off screen persona; a sabbatical, haircut and more mundane characters, such as “Elizabeth” the future Queen Mother in the “The King’s Speech” might cure, erase the bizarre "Bellatrix Lestrang”); all imbue their roles with depth and imminent believability, delivering delicious tidbits of creative film lore.
It is refreshing to see a movie where the lessons for old and young are universally obvious, and should be practiced regardless of age or station in life. Pain, loss often open the windows of wisdom; logic lingering like a soft breeze; graying hair, lines of despair worthy medals, worn with grace, signifying something meaningful, something special, something deserved.
THREE STARS!!! (OUT OF FIVE)