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Staunton steals scenes in latest 'Potter' film
Tuesday, July 10, 2007
By John Serba
The Grand Rapids Press Most frustrating about the "Harry Potter" film series is the tease factor.
Simply knowing there are more installments ahead tells us that things of Greater Consequence will happen later, thus making the first five movies feel progressively like they're diddling and dawdling about, taking vast amounts of time to develop characters and story arcs. But to their credit, these movies -- the three most recent chapters especially, counting new installment "Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix" -- generally have been rich enough in wonder and detail to overcome their transitory nature.
Credit such richness to the supporting cast, which has boasted enough master British thespians to fill several Shakespearean companies. In "Phoenix," Imelda Staunton is the requisite stealer of scenes, playing Dolores Umbridge, the latest Defense of the Dark Arts teacher at the Hogwarts school.
Umbridge also represents the Ministry of Magic, a stodgy outfit that lives in denial that the evil Lord Voldemort (Ralph Fiennes) has risen to wreak more havoc. Harry Potter (Daniel Radcliffe) knows better, and so does headmaster Dumbledore (Michael Gambon). Thus, Umbridge is sent to keep a close eye on Potter, and the school in general, thereby promoting the Ministry's head-in-the-sand perspective.
To say Staunton is hysterically funny is an understatement. In a performance apparently informed by Margaret Thatcher, Staunton boasts a poofy bouffant and a wardrobe whose color is described best as Politician Pink. Her smile is ever-present and pleasant as she oppresses Potter and his pals with a meticulously lotioned and manicured fist, her fascist decrees uttered in a kindly, grandmotherly lilt and followed by the kind of tittering laugh that could powder a baby's bottom with the finest talcum.
It's this type of characterization that keeps the "Potter" series afloat for us Muggles who haven't kept up with J.K. Rowling's hysteria-inducing novels. "Phoenix" doesn't balance levity with drama as 2005's "Goblet of Fire" did -- it seems somewhat joyless and dour in comparison, as Potter struggles with an inner demon, namely Voldemort, who haunts his dreams and seems to share a psychic link with the teenager. Radcliffe, therefore, is all angst and anguish as Potter is slowly drained of his innocence.
But he's not alone. Luna Lovegood (Evanna Lynch) is a pale, waifish student at Hogwarts, dubbed Loony because of her eccentricities. But she, too, has experienced death, and bonds with Harry on the subject. And we wish we could see more of her -- longtime Potter friends Hermione (Emma Watson) and Ron (Rupert Grint) have become sort of old-hat, their plot significance diminished and their actions predictable, yet they dominate screen time. And Harry's romantic interest, Cho Chang (Katie Leung), is barely developed, if at all.
The story also implicates a secret society called the Order of the Phoenix, which has convened to help Harry battle Voldemort. This gives the plot a chance to recall past Potter friends Remis Lupin (David Thewlis), Alastor "Mad-Eye" Moody (Brendan Gleeson) and Siruis Black (Gary Oldman) for cameos. Emma Thompson appears as Sybil Trelawney, as does Maggie Smith as Minerva McGonagall and Alan Rickman as Snape, all superbly enjoyable in their roles but mostly relegated to frustratingly brief appearances. Same goes for "Potter" newcomer Helena Bonham Carter as Bellatrix Lestrange, Voldemort's henchwoman.
I type all these terrifically goofy names to pay tribute to Rowling's creativity, which is unavoidably squeezed, trimmed and truncated for the big screen. And that's been the modus operandi for the "Potter" series thus far -- unwieldy and occasionally troublesome adaptations, which feel like shorthand even for people such as I who haven't devoured the books.
But there must be enough devotion to the source material to keep audiences satiated and salivating for the next movie.
For "Phoenix," the directorial reins have been handed to David Yates, and, as any helmsperson on a "Potter" film, he's essentially asked not to screw things up. He's sturdy and reliable (read: safe, not too creative) with "Phoenix," which will alienate few.
Five movies in, the series is starting to become rather repetitive, taking familiar plot tracks -- new teacher, Voldemort threat, another tough personal test for Potter -- while building and building (and building!) toward what fans hope will be a thoroughly rewarding conclusion.
Meanwhile, we have the likes of Staunton and a diabolically creepy Fiennes (again, noseless and disturbingly reptilian) to keep us suitably entertained -- just enough, for fans and fairweathers alike.
Source: MLive, Michigan
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