I love Harry Potter. From the moment I watched
the first film I fell deeply in love with the insanely-rich, ingeniously-crafted
world and the incredible characters that occupy it. If you’re familiar with my
blog, you’ll know that I’m a huge Ghostbusters
fan, but given the choice between a proton pack and a wand, well, just call me
a traitor already. Hell, Jurassic Park
is my favourite film of all time, but I’d swap my ticket to Isla Nublar for an
enrolment letter to Hogwarts in a heartbeat. Have I made my point clear? I.
Love. Harry. Potter. So please bear that in mind as this review of Fantastic Beasts: The Crimes of Grindelwald unfolds…
