Six down, two more to go. The sixth book in the Harry Potter series has been adapted for the silver screen, hurray hurray: our sufferings will soon be at an end.
Watching this film is a strange experience. Over two hours go by, but in the end you don’t remember very much of it. It slips through your memory like water through a sieve. It’s nothing to do with the acting: the adult regulars do their usual sterling work while Jim Broadbent is lovely as Horace Slughorn. It would have been nice to see Tom Felton actually given the chance to do some serious acting at last. It’s just that the film, like the book, lacks pace and action; both really only exist to introduce the plot device of the Horcrux and remove yet another encumbering character from the storyline.
A lot of the book gets left out in the transition to the big screen, which is understandable, but doesn’t make the story any more exciting or easier to follow. One for the diehard Potter fans, really. As a film it’s pretty forgettable. By all means buy it to complete your collection, just don’t expect to be riveted to the screen for the duration. It bored the arse off me.
Incidentally, I can’t be the only person finding it increasingly harder to watch the previous films in preparation for viewing the latest offering. Don’t ask me to reread the books: all that bad writing gives me heartburn.