So, you wish to know whether Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets is as good as the first Harry Potter movie. Is it as charming, visually gratifying, faithful to filthy rich author J.K. Rowling's inescapable books? Well, that'd be yep times four, as it's definitely an enchanting spectacular for Potter fans eager to ride the Hogwarts Express toward a new year of magic and mischief.
Let us also note that the project, though successful, bears some minor handicaps. At 161 protracted minutes, it's a bit unwieldy for a children's film, and with its peculiar dearth of wit -- the most amusing line is mewled by a ghost (awesome Shirley Henderson) offering Harry the use of her toilet -- it probably won't keep discerning adults hooked throughout. Once again, people's director Chris Columbus (Home Alone) and clunky screenwriter Steve Kloves (Wonder Boys) cleave very tightly to Rowling's narrative, cutting loose only to compress her character-rich exposition or gussy up her trim little action scenes. The real problem, though -- magnified by unshakable déjà vu -- is that in this now-familiar setting, the author's wonder boys and girls engage us largely in spite of their cinematic handlers' perfunctory treatment, not because of it.
That said, from the soaring opening notes of John Williams' truly magnificent score (largely reprised from Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone and more deft and spellbinding than Howard Shore's award-winning Lord of the Rings music), the magic is back. We descend upon a ghastly prefab subdivision (à la Time Bandits) to find Dickensian orphan and novice wizard Harry (Daniel Radcliffe, into it) held hostage by his grotesque, Roald Dahl-esque foster family (Richard Griffiths, Fiona Shaw, and Harry Melling). As many a second-year student, all he wants to do is return to his true home, in this case the Chocolate Factory that is Hogwarts School for Witchcraft and Wizardry.
Enter Dobby (voiced by Toby Jones, CG-animated as this film's Jar Jar Binks or Gollum), a grody little house elf who appears very inconveniently in Harry's spartan bedroom to warn him that he mustn't return to Hogwarts or he'll be doomed (as if). Imagine a Martin Short clone, incessantly referring to himself in the third person, informing you that he's purloined all the letters sent to you by your friends, to ensure your loneliness and detachment from your alma mater. You'd beat the crap out of him, right? Well, Harry's not the belligerent sort, and besides, Dobby illustrates a perverse predilection for self-abuse, so the message is the point: Grave -- if logistically confounding -- danger is afoot.
After narrowly escaping with earnest friend Ron Weasley (Rupert Grint) in Ron's dad's flying, turquoise Ford Anglia, Harry begins his adventure. As with any series, neophytes may find themselves grasping desperately for handles as characters and concepts whiz past, but brief stops at the funky, magical Weasley abode, the Burrow (well inhabited by Billy Elliot's Julie Walters, 101 Dalmatians' Mark Williams and -- in a limited but pivotal role -- young Bonnie Wright as Ginny Weasley), plus the creepy, gothed-out Knockturn Alley, keep both Harry and us on our toes. Immediately thereafter, at the magical market Diagon Alley, many key players light up the screen, including Hogwarts' coarse, lovable groundskeeper, Hagrid (Robbie Coltrane, fab), Harry's decreasingly presumptuous cohort Hermione Granger (Emma Watson), and the wildly narcissistic author and professor Gilderoy Lockhart (Kenneth Branagh, who'd gleefully upstage God). Nasty folk also ring in the new school year, including little Draco Malfoy (Tom Felton) and his malevolent dad, Lucius (Jason Isaacs), who may have summoned the unspeakable evil of Dobby's warning.
Once at Hogwarts, that grand edifice of dreams and nightmares (way to go, production designer Stuart Craig!), the plot becomes both more convoluted and more episodic. Said evil stalks the halls and communicates in snake language with Harry -- seems the boy's, you know, a Parselmouth -- but whimsical lessons continue under the tutelage of professors McGonagall (Maggie Smith), Snape (Alan Rickman), and Sprout (Miriam Margolyes), as well as headmaster Albus Dumbledore (good night, Richard Harris, genius actor). The pacing is clubfooted, but the visuals -- from zooming aerial Quidditch to loads of weird bogeys and transformations -- are utterly sensational.
The legacy of Harry Potter in popular culture remains to be seen, but at present, despite its sophomoric awkwardness, the film of Chamber of Secrets is a welcome delivery of childlike wonder for a planet of ever-increasing ugliness. We've accidentally allowed a retarded monkey to rule America, but otherwise it's not such a whimsical place. Perhaps works like this can help set that to rights.
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