When it was announced that volume 7 of the mega-selling magical epic by J. K. Rowling would be produced in two parts, there were accusations that Warner Bros. was merely milking the top film franchise for yet more millions. I was relieved that the studio that had adapted the previous, often very large books, leaving piles of characters and subplots on the screenwriting floor had finally given the writing its due by allowing the last book, with 759 pages, to unfold more faithfully with plenty of time to tell a rather complex story. Indeed, this is the first film since Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets, to pretty much move at the pace of the book.
And as the last volume, the filmmakers no longer feel the need to do much exposition for latecomers. You’ve got to come to the film having seen or read the story up to now to understand what the significance of the horcruxes are that Harry and his friends Ron and Hermione are seeking. As he did in the previous film, Half-Blood Prince, director David Yates has employed a very muted color pallet to create a sober and fearful tone as the evil Lord Voldemort’s army triumphs over the Ministry of Magic, making Harry and friend fugitives while they search for the horcruxes containing parts of Voldemort’s soul. The near monochromatic design began to wear on me after a while; what is described in a book is easier to tolerate than over two hours of dim lighting that may actually be bleaker than The Dark Knight. Part 1 ends with Harry more isolated than ever and Voldemort gaining one of the powerful objects that give the story its title. There’s no good place to leave off in the middle of the story, but fans will be satisfied by the end, knowing what powerful conclusion lies in Part 2.

More than in the past films, most of the story is carried by the three young actors Daniel Radcliffe, Emma Watson and Rupert Grint. Besides carrying the normal weight of their characters, they must also undergo the stresses of suspicion and self-doubt brought on by their arduous exile from friends and family, trying their years of companionship. All three actors show how far they’ve grown in their art, especially Radcliffe.
Despite the greater room for narrative, I still noticed that the script left out a crucial moment from the book where Harry and Hermione see an important scripture engraved on a tombstone, a glimpse at author Rowling’s Christian underpinnings in her storytelling–alas no surprise these days. Another reminder that the best place to enjoy this epic story is in the many pages of the original books.








