Purveyor of Bollocks to the Crowned Heads of Europe
Wednesday, 16 November 2016
Never read the book
I hear that the latest Harry Potter spin-off film is about to be released, with up to five more if the first makes it as big in the box office as the originals.
It sounds to me as though they are going for the American market, as the bits I heard had U.S. accents and I hear it is set in New York. J. K. Rowling doesn't need the money I am guessing, but she did write the book, so it could have been her idea to go Trans-Atlantic to please Disney.
I may be a rank (with a lower-case 'r') xenophobe, but I feel very territorial and proprietorial about Harry Potter. It is just so English that it would be impossible to transport Hogwarts to any other country, but the lead character was expelled from Hogwarts, so I suppose it will work.
I still worry, though. Look what they did to Winne-the-Pooh. That was unforgivable. Disney bought up the rights to my childhood and turned the bear into some fat, bumbling, pathetic idiot. I haven't seen any of the U.S. adaptation of The Office, but I can just imagine the hammed-up facial expressions and exagerated gestures to let the audience know that this or that has happened, somene feels this or that about something, or a joke has been made - using genuine English irony.
The Harry Potter films are now as much a part of Christmas here as 'It's a Wonderful Life' has been for years, but Corda never really fitted into Hollywood and - unlike Potter - his film flopped in the beginning.
I have never understood (and it has never been explained to me) how the Freddy Frinton film - the one with the catch-phrase, 'Same proceedure as last year, Miss Sophie' - became an integral part of the German New Year's Eve celebrations. I have never seen it, but I suppose it could be simply the catch-phrase.
I will probably sneak into a cinema to watch the new one before the DVDs come out, as I have with every Harry Potter film made. Like someone who took crack for the first time and spent the rest of the addiction trying to repeat the high, I have been trying to re-live the night of watching H.P. and the Philosopher's Stone, a few days before Christmas, in a cinema-full of rapt children, with snow gently falling outside.