The Goblet of Explosive Flatulence
So here I am at my parents' house, sipping a cup of red wine and engaging in our traditional family holiday activity of watching the James Bond marathon on Spike TV; yeah, we're a family composed mostly of men :-P. However, since I've seen "For Your Eyes Only" several times before, I figured I'd take the opportunity to comment on last night's activity: seeing "Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire."
Ok. I admit it. I'm a Harry Potter fan. I resisted it all the way up until about the time book four came out, but then I was playing wingman for a buddy of mine at this awful party... well, to make a long story short I found myself hiding on the porch where I found a copy of HP and the Sorcerer's Stone... I only read about 20 pages before my buddy (finally realizing that flight was really the best option) came to ask for a ride home, but that was enough.
Anyway. I think the books are terrific. The writing is fantastic and the stories are, if nothing else, a lot of fun. The movies on the other hand... well I liked the third one a lot, but the others were pretty awful. The most recent one was no exception. Like the first two, number four spent way too much time trying to cover as many scenes from the book as possible and far too little time developing a coherant and entertaining movie. Far better to just take a few really important scenes, do a good job developing them (as opposed to the piss-poor development actually seen in the movie) and let them tell the story instead. It is as though the producers are afraid that rabid mobs of outraged teens and young adults will descend like a fiery rain of blood and death upon their studios if they sacrifice someone's favorite scene. Bah. The only time movies based on books really turn out well is when the book is just a base and the movie is a stand-alone product.
Ok enough. My ability to simultaneously blog and appreciate the subtle nuances of Bond's interaction with the female supporting cast is quite limited.
