I think the filmmakers needed Prozac when making this film. What a boring depressing piece of cinematic crap. Daniel Radcliffe is hot though.
By Stephanie Zacharek
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By New Times
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The magic has returned to the Harry Potterfranchise albeit magic of the old, black variety. The darkest and most threatening, by far, of the five Potterfilms, Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenixis also the only series entry outside of the third, Alfonso Cuarón's Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban, that feels like the product of a vivid cinematic imagination and not just a slavishly faithful transposition of a runaway kid-lit bestseller. The director, David Yates, who has never before helmed a project of this scale, brings an energy and efficiency to Potter land this is the series' fastest-moving (and, at a mere 139 minutes, shortest) installment that may stem from his many hours spent helming British television projects (including the recent The Girl in the Café, with Bill Nighy). Yates isn't the only new blood here: Screenwriter Michael Goldenberg, cameraman Slawomir Idziak (who shot the Three Colors trilogy for Krzysztof Kieslowski), editor Mark Day, and composer Nicholas Hooper are also Potter neophytes, and they collectively infuse the series' heretofore storybook atmosphere with a down-and-dirty grittiness Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry has never looked more like a drafty, downtrodden pile of bricks and great, nightmarish imagery that's as startling to our senses as it is to young Mr. Potter's.
Credit J.K. Rowling, too: Order of the Phoenixgives us what may be the most compelling premise for a Potterpicture yet because it's the one least chained to an elaborate, mechanized plot. In narrative terms, not that much happens, but as for Harry's emotional journey well, that's nearly epic. Still reeling from his standoff with the newly resurrected Lord Voldemort at the end of 2005's Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire, and from the death of his classmate Cedric Diggory, the already melancholic Harry (Daniel Radcliffe) is, at the start of the new film, downright disconsolate. Sweating out another long, hot summer in the company of his boorish aunt, uncle and cousin, pining for the bygone days of Quidditch matches and shooting the shit with Dobby the house elf, he's practically a poster child for teen Prozac. Just when it seems like things couldn't get any worse, a couple of fearsome, faceless beasties called Dementors come along to shake Harry out of his malaise . . . by quite nearly turning him into dinner.
Old Voldy, it seems, is stirring again, though few outside of the movie's titular cabal a secret society formed by Hogwarts' redoubtable headmaster Dumbledore (Michael Gambon) with the express purpose of vanquishing Voldemort will acknowledge it. The officious Minister of Magic, Cornelius Fudge, has even taken to planting anti-Potter screeds in the pages of the Ministry's house scandal sheet, The Daily Prophet, sure that the boy wizard is but a pawn in a Dumbledore-plotted coup d'etat. He also installs his loyal emissary Dolores Umbridge (played as a sinister parody of schoolmarm authority by Vera Drakestar Imelda Staunton) as a Hogwarts hatchet woman, charged with pruning the faculty of subversive elements and restricting the students' social freedoms until Hogwarts comes to resemble the fascistic boarding school from Lindsay Anderson's If . . .Of all the new creatures, human and otherwise, who are introduced in Order of the Phoenix, it's this smiling sadist in fuschia couture who makes the most indelible impression, and who renders coy (or at least oblivious) the protestation of Potterproducer David Heyman that Order of the Phoenixisn't a political allegory. This is, after all, a movie in which ineffectual government bureaucrats refuse to acknowledge an imminent threat to their people and their power until the evidence is literally right before their eyes. Make of that what you will.
Order of the Phoenix satisfies in all of the conventional ways that fans of the books and the previous films will have come to expect: There are appearances by all of your favorite series regulars including a welcome return by the Prisoner of Azkaban himself, Sirius Black (Gary Oldman), who was reduced to glorified cameo status in Goblet of Fire and CGI wonderments galore, from the skeletal winged creatures called Threstrals (which can only be seen by those who have witnessed a death) to the majestic but menacing centaurs horsemen in the truest sense of the term of whom I wish we had seen more. The movie's most memorable encounters, however, take place not within Hogwarts' hallowed walls, but upon the more perilous terrain of Harry's consciousness, which is already a veritable minefield of fear, self-loathing, and pubescent confusion long before Voldemort (played once again by a bald, nose-less and eerily Michael Jackson-ish Ralph Fiennes) starts trying to infiltrate it.
Goblet of Fire the first PG-13 Potter pic tried for a similar feeling of teenage Sturm und Drang, but tended to overly literalize everything, from the goo-goo-eyed blushes of romance between Harry and the comely Cho Chang (Katie Leung) to the odd touches of Fowles-ian homoeroticism between Harry and the jilted Ron Weasley (Rupert Grint). A more affecting coming-of-age story, Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix sees adolescence as something altogether graver it's about the moment at which schoolboy frolic gives way to an understanding of the evil that men do in the world, whether willingly or by way of inaction. J.K. Rowling has said repeatedly that she will retire all things Potter after the publication of the seventh novel, Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows, which is due out this month. 'Tis a pity, for there's every indication that Harry is on track for a whopper of a midlife crisis.
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