Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire
I'd never seen Mike Newell's Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire before last night and enjoyed watching the Brit who went on the direct the nightmare that was The Prince of Persia deliver some decent thrills in what is pretty much a pudgy transitional film in the ordinarily lean and mean Potter series. Having not read the book I don't know if the problem lies in the source material, the screenplay or Newell's interpretation of either or both but it's not as nimble as the other entries -- particularly the cappers released last year. Still, the film moves the saga of the wizard boy / messiah along responsibly and we finally get a look at "he who must not be named" -- a scenery chomping Ralph Fiennes in his now-familiar Lon Chaney skeletal death mask. But in the final analysis, I found it entertaining though unremarkable.