Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban

Until last Wednesday the only experience I'd had of Harry Potter was via the quasi-political criticisms of Tom Paulin on Newsnight Review. Partly to see if I could prove my ill-gotten presuppositions about the Good—Evil dichotomy which I thought the books and films would inevitably reinforce, much to the delight of our homogenising outlooks on the world, I went to see the third Harry Potter film with two of my housemates. And, I dare say, it was a Darn Good Yarn. It was nowhere near as bad as I thought it would be, and far from presenting a simple world, I thought that, for what is essentially a children's book, its levels of humour, emotions, and intellect were substantial. I really enjoyed the film, though I am a sucker for these fantasy type flicks. Anyway, I recommend it.