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movie review - Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire

the journal of Michael Werneburg

twenty-seven years and one million words

It's at times like these, as I watch movies set in a British private school (which I believe they euphemistically call public schools) that I'm very glad I grew up in Alberta, home of rugged individualism and piss-poor, half-assed schooling. Because British private schools look like hell on Earth. This movie makes it clear in many ways, but the endless sky rugby games really drive it all home. Half the runtime seems to be spent in the air effing about as part of the game.

As far as world-building goes, we're introduced to various other schools of wizardry from around the world, only not really. They're just more over-seas miserable British private schools.

But anyway, there's a plot that feels a bit spoon-fed and then it's revealed that this is because it *was* spoon fed by an accomplice of the great and dreaded Big Bad, who returns to Earth from .. somewhere (hell? the astral plane?) by the end of this, albeit missing a nose. It all feels solely designed to keep the saga going.

Not recommended.