Last night I saw the new wizarding world film Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them, and I really enjoyed it. More so than I enjoyed watching any of the Harry Potter films.
Despite my best efforts - and an established proclivity for broad popcorn entertainment - I've never been able to fully embrace the Potter series. I've struggled to determine exactly why the films never gelled for me, but they always seemed so leaden and literal and perpetually devoid of surprises. And far too overstuffed with prolonged scenes involving large groups of young people clapping.
Fantastic Beasts, perhaps just by mere virtue of it being something of an unknown quantity - that is, an original screenplay by JK Rowling as opposed to a direct adaptation of a well-established story - carried me along with a lot more ease. It's not without its faults, but it offered up something ever-so-slightly new in what is otherwise an overly familiar world. Also, no clapping scenes.
As much as I enjoyed watching the film, something cast a considerable pall over my experience of taking it in: the knowledge that it is the first of five intended films in a new franchise.