It was with a certain resigned annoyance that I had to listen to Keith’s tirade about everything that was wrong with the fifth Harry Potter movie. I paid for it, after all. Finally I told him to go away, thinking that he would have perhaps have calmed down when I see him again tomorrow. He bumped into me and Katie later and apologized by handing over a can of V8, which I have to admit served better than an apology in many respects. Katie and I much enjoyed it, thanks. A lot of the little touches were exactly right.
“It’s a franchise cash cow – some movies are better left unmade – honk, snort, woof.”