Duck Hunt from the NES, I've sat through the past 5 movies wincing in my seat.
Which is why the 6th film surprised the shit out of me. Yes, Emma Watson still can't act her way out of a paper bag. Yes, Rupert Grint still looks like he's taken a big, steaming dump in his pants and just walks through Hogwarts with chocolate fondue sloshing in his Marks and Spencers. But the treatment, grading, and production design make it a pretty, pretty movie.
I'd like to get into the nitty-gritty of it all, but I'm due for a drink with friends and I don't want to have to explain that I'm late because I was blogging about Hermione's boobs. But I have to mention that the wheat field scene with Harry and Ginger Spice chasing after the Death Eaters was such a tense, creepy, and nail-biting sequence that I think I Wingardium Leviosa-ed in my boxers.
(Oh, by the way. Was it just me or was the movie a metaphor for drugs? Cocaine, ecstasy, and crystal meth, are well-represented. Hell, even Dumbledore takes out his glowstick at the cave after a valium cocktail. Not that I'm complaining. )
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