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We caught a relatively uncrowded Saturday morning matinee of Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire. I think there was either a problem with the lighting in this particular screening room, or director Mike Newell really didn't want us to see what was going on. While I admire the degree of excision required to pare down 700 pages into 150 minutes, I think the result would be confusing to those who haven't read the book. (The third film -- Alfonso Cuaron's Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban -- did a wonderful job of entertaining both readers and non-readers, though the source material there was admittedly much shorter.)
As is policy here at Brevity, spoilerish observations are confined to the comments section. I can say that the film's action was sufficiently scary enough to merit a PG-13 rating; until the climactic face-off, I figured the new rating had more to do with a mostly naked Harry being ogled by the ghost of Moaning Myrtle in the prefects' bathroom. I'm also pleased with how the budding romance issue between the students was handled; adequate time was spent exploring how Harry and Ron were completely useless in this regard, to humorous effect.
I also caught a sneak preview Monday of the Yours, Mine & Ours remake (which opens tomorrow). The pacing is unusual; it takes forever for Dennis Quaid and Rene Russo to get together, and then it's unclear why they think their combined 18 (!) kids will merge into a family so smoothly. The film goes pretty much as you'd expect: kids fight, kids unite for a destructive cause, kids end up getting along, then all is well. And in case anyone is wondering, this film is not 50% better than Cheaper by the Dozen.