Heb gister de nieuwe Harry Potter-film gezien – Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince.Ik heb genoten, mede omdat Alan Rickman als dubieuze professor Snape eindelijk een langere rol heeft, en die zuigt hij dan ook uit. Elke lettergreep laat hij omineus klinken. Enfin, omdat ik op een of andere manier zo geprogrammeerd ben dat ik niets negatief kan denken, laat staan schrijven, over Harry Potter, heb ik hier een grappig knipseltje uit de New Yorker, van Anthony Lane:

So what’s up in the world of Pottery? Not much, it turns out, except for demented intruders. These come in two flavors. First, there is a team of wraiths who zip and twist through London like high-speed silk, shaking the Millennium Bridge until it falls apart. We never learn what ordinary citizens—referred to as Muggles—make of such attacks, because, whereas J. K. Rowling’s novel began in the office of a bewildered Prime Minister, the film’s director, David Yates, never stoops to the level of wizardless lives. As the series has progressed, so the apartheid of magic has taken hold, until now, in the sixth installment, there is not a single mention of, say, the Dursleys of Privet Drive—nothing to distract us from the master race.

The secondary invaders are the hormones now coursing through every corridor in Hogwarts. Ron (Rupert Grint) loves Hermione (Emma Watson); an annoying moll named Lavender (Jessie Cave) loves Ron; the girl who kissed Harry in the last film has been mothballed; and Harry loves Ginny (Bonnie Wright). “Confused? I’d be surprised if you weren’t,” Professor Dumbledore (Michael Gambon) says, as if replaying an old episode of “Soap.” Unless I am mistaken, he himself has a quiet thing for Harry, forever putting an arm around his shoulder. “Wands out, Harry,” he commands.

Grappig. Hier de trailer.