Dir: David Yates
Writ: Michael Goldenberg Based on novel by J.K. Rowling
- Daniel Radcliffe … Harry Potter
- Emma Watson … Hermione Granger
- Rupert Grint … Ron Weasley
- Ralph Fiennes … Lord Voldemort
- Michael Gambon … Albus Dumbledore
- Imelda Staunton … Dolores Umbridge
- Gary Oldman … Sirius Black
- Mark Williams … Arthur Weasley
- Julie Walters … Mrs. Weasley
I don’t remember much of the book. I know that I did read Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix and I do remember the ending, but a lot of what went on in the middle. No recollection whatsoever. So in a way you could say that I wasn’t faced with comparing the novel and the film. Which is a good thing. And without that comparison I’d have to say that this is a good film. (there are spoilers for the previous books/films below the cut. None for The Order of the Phoenix.)
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Your Score: Ceiling Cat
44 % Affection, 33 % Excitability , 37 % Hunger
You are a master of stealth. They never see you coming. But you always see them coming. HEY-O!
Memo to self: do the lotto this evening. I’m about due a win I reckon. Okay, so I rarely play, but I deservessess to win, honest I does. And if I do get the €8 million it’ll be great fun. Think of all the crap I could buy. Or I could buy a house and still have a couple of million left over to wave at peoples and say Nyah nyah, I am considerably richer than you. Unless of course I met Bill Gates, or that Abramovich dude. I would also purchase[1] a sexophone, purely so I could walk around saying, dude, look, it is a sexophone. I might also get a saxophone, so I could confuse[2] people, because they both sound so similar that on first hearing you probably wouldn’t know which one I was talking about. So I’d tell everyone “I’ve a sexophone” for weeks and weeks and weeks[3] And then one day I’d suddenly switch, and be “I also have a saxophone” and they’d be all “We know, you done tol’ us all bout your sexophone”[4] and I’d be “Idjit! I knows I said I has a sexophone, but I also has a saxophone. Don’t you know the difference.” What fun[5] that would be.
Title courtesy of Wilson Mizner
Linknotes:
- money can buy you anything, even stuff that doesn’t exist ↩
- confusion and confuddlation are my middle names ↩
- I coulda said months, but *shrug* whatevah ↩
- why exactly theyd be talking like Cletus the slack jawed yokel I cant say ↩
- for a certain value of fun ↩
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