Dispatches From Downtown Brooklyn

Review in Brief: Harry Potter and The Simpsons

If you can withstand an audience that is electively interactive with the film, each other, and their babies, then the U A Court Street 12 cinema in downtown Brooklyn is the perfect place to catch any of your favorite summer blockbusters. There’s nothing like trying to enjoy a film while hearing some young man from the back row shout “stupid” at the movie every five minutes. And if you can get past the oh shit, we’re all gonna die panic when one member of the audience gets up to yell at another member of the audience for being too loud. Aaaand if you don’t mind watching the first five minutes of your movie in the blinding florescent house lights some cinema staffer forgot to turn off after cleaning the aisles…then you just might enjoy yourself!

I sat in on the latest Harry Potter flick, and I have to tell you, it was totally worth the $8 matinee price! But seriously, from beginning to end, this film is shot in vibrantly dark colors, and carries our swiftly pubescent hero through one of his loneliest yet most triumphal hours.  I’ve never read any of the books, and I don’t intend to.  I consider the films their own kind of work, with their own language and their own art.  And in that context, this is definitely the best of the HP films.  Although I was sad that there were no skin moments like in the last one (when an even younger Harry inexplicably strips down to take a bath with a succubus), there was enough hormonally charged mischief to send me to the nearest Morton Bartlett exhibit.

Then came the coup to cinema…The…Simp…soooooons….

Not much to say here other than that it was high-larious and super true to the TV series.  Very intelligent writing (despite the vehement commentary to the contrary from my fellow cinemagoer) and spot-on in dealing with some of the more worrisome facts of our political reality; wiretapping, terrorism, action hero politicians who eschew pragmatic approaches to crises in favor of a less thorny choose-by-number system. We also get a wonderfully fresh window into the abusive relationship between Bart and Homer, which at times is even a little disturbing and darker than the TV series ever goes into.  Even Marge and Homer’s unbreakable union faces a new level of seriousness. Overall, I laughed, I almost cried, and I was even almost able to forgive the parents who brought their one-year-old baby to the movie theater. WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU THINKING PEOPLE!!?!?!?!?!?!??

Go Brooklyn.


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