Crimes of Grindelwald: A case of too little and too much
The latest instalment of the Fantastic Beasts series has not found favour with the Potterverse. Should we be hating it or patiently wait for redemption?
Before sitting down to write this, I was talking to a friend about how easy to forget the first Fantastic Beasts film was.
Don’t get me wrong. It was a sweet film driven by the ever endearing and charmingly awkward Newt Scamander. However, it was not a film that would etch its way into your memory. There were no stand-out moments, except for the Nibbler and the climax where the Obscurial aka Credence Barebones blows off some serious steam.
There were several spaces to fill during the experience of Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them. It wasn’t about leaving you wanting for more, it was about not having enough and anything brilliant enough to want anything else. The Crimes of Grindelwald is an aggressive attempt to change that record. Did it work? Only just. After all, spectacle can only get you that far. The act needs meat of its own to stand a chance.
