Harry Potter y las Reliquias de la Muerte: Parte I

Vi los primeros cuatro Harry Potters, los otros ya no me no atraían, porque no soy su fan. Fue a ver las Reliquias de la Muerte: Parte I solo por las tentadoras vallas publicitarias «Dark-Knight-Style». Y me aburrí muchísimo. El inicio de la serie presentaba a los personajes, tenía un entorno cinematográfico agradable y, en el caso de la tercera de Cuarón, también fue una aventura cinematográfica especial y sorprendentemente oscura con muchos trucos de dirección. Las películas tenían su propia historia, siempre trasladaban al espectador a algún lugar. En el contexto de ellas, las Reliquias de la Muerte: Parte I es solo una papilla onanista a la que se añadió algo, sin creatividad alguna, se rodó lo que estaba escrito en la novela, cuyas cualidades desconozco, pero si son similares, entonces amén y oscuridad. (18.11.2010)

La parte mejor interpretada de todas, pero eso no cambia el hecho de que el guión no vale gran cosa y la trama es mucho más lenta y larga que en el libro. Frente a las maravillosas escenas (la introducción, la historia de los tres hermanos, el ministerio, la destrucción del Horrocrux...) hay un montón de tomas que distraen y parecen ser de otra película (el baile en la carpa y todo lo que hizo que media sala estallara en carcajadas). Por ello, tampoco consiguió trasladar a la pantalla la densa atmósfera de tensión permanente, miedo y ansiedad que debería perseguir a los protagonistas en todo momento. La primera parte de las Reliquias es incapaz de funcionar por sí misma y sólo da al espectador una sensación de calma antes de la tormenta, lo que, al menos en mí, hace albergar la esperanza de que la segunda parte sea realmente cargada, trepidante y sobrecogedora. (20.11.2010)

I don't know if this is a fantasy tribute to Satantango, but the fact is that, if all the shots were thrown out where the characters were mindlessly stumbling or looking soulfully into nothingness, there would be about 30 minutes of film left and I would have a hard time defending its purpose. The entire Harry Potter series has since become an unbearably stretched and non-inventive spectacle on the silver screen, which includes purposeful piling of meaningless branches and the creation of soap opera odor. Yet even in terms of character rendering, it is poor and dead tired, without sparkle and anything that would keep a person’s attention who does not look at it as an overpriced illustration of a book. Utterly useless, boring, and I dare say even a stupid half-part. (10.07.2011)

The seventh book is unnecessarily, although readably, drawn-out in the first half; and the second half has a fateful finale as we like them best. It’s movie adaptation has only got half way so far (somewhere around page four hundred of about six hundred), but it’s already better than the book at least in that Yates succeeded in approaching it in a way that doesn’t come across like unnecessarily watered down porridge. And if so, certainly less than the book is. Thanks to the convincing (!) emotions, the finally acting well central trio, the great atmosphere and Desplat, it works wonderfully. It’s true that there are a few scenes that stand out in quality above the others, but even so, the movie works primarily and mainly as a whole. But still, it is evident that where the creators dared to let their fantasy loose and not to stick word for word to the book, the movie is clearly at its best. Now all I can wish for is for Yates to manage to deal with the special effects-full, epic second part, while not forgetting those emotions and characters. If he manages that, we’ll have something to look forward to. But if he doesn’t, we will really have something to “look forward to". (18.11.2010)

The world of magic has entered truly the darkest times, but despite what random critical outbursts might suggest, it has absolutely nothing to do with the quality of the film adaptation. Yates and Kloves had a challenging task of transforming the "slower and more talkative" part of the Relics into a separate explosive blockbuster. The director stood out with incredible bravura, and whether the Trio is leaving home, the Tale of the Three Brothers is being told, or the horcrux is being destroyed, the magical atmosphere literally shines from the screen. However, Kloves' screenplay occasionally takes shortcuts, and if I didn't have the source material loaded backwards and forwards, I would be quite lost. But even though Bill and Fleur become members of the Order from minute to minute, when they were omitted in the Prince, and Minister Scrimgeour steps onto the scene only to quickly descend from it, the criticisms are hard to find in the consequences. The overall impression for me screams that from four hundred pages full of expectations of great things and the fulfillment of smaller ongoing goals, an epic fantasy full of intoxicating moments and such sincere private drama has been created that it takes one's breath away. The Phoenix and the Prince have gained a successful companion, and if David Yates was the king after the previous installment, he has slowly run out of room to climb. (27.11.2010)