An Obstacle Between Myself and My Pleasure

Packed into an unventilated cinema with most of the school's population whispering cattily and eating jellybeans while term films were lovingly torn apart by a critical panel, everyone was thinking the same thing: all of the films severely lack evidence that Voldemort has risen again.

He could have been a customer at the laundromat. He would have fit right in to the film about a baptism. When a teacher said the father in "Inheritance" was undercharacterized, this was only a polite way of observing that the actor blatantly had a nose and was clearly not Ralph Fiennes.

It went beyond story and casting - not once did a character glow with unearthly light. Not one tree looked ominous. Cinematographers and production designers: WTF. Are you filmmakers or not? Come on.