If I was inhabiting the mind and body of Warner Bros. honcho Jeff Robinov, I’d say “of course!” to those urging that the film version of Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows be made into two films. That way I’d double the grosses and include the dozens of plot details in the 776-page book that would otherwise have to be sacrificed. And I’d get Guillermo del Toro to direct them both.
Now…that doesn’t mean I would necessarily sit through these films. (This is Hollywood Elsewhere inside the body of Robinov, remember.) Naturally, the prospect of having to endure yet another Harry Potter film fills me with dread. The idea that intelligent people might actually find these films haunting or absorbing is ludicrous. The Potter films are about the corporates and the creatives making money and poor sods like me suffering, suffering…sitting in the dark and trudging through…slosh, slosh. I have been there, I have been there…and I would rather go to the dentist.