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Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire.

Except for the obese Indian lady in purple, sitting beside me, on Seat K13, in GV Bishan Cinema 4, at 1830hrs, who was digging her teeth with a hairpin (no, not implying anything nor attempting to make a seditious remark, purely factual and disgusting!), it was an entertaining movie. I must confess that I have never read a single Rowling book, neither am I a big fan of Potter, so hopefully my short review will be a fair one - based completely on the movie itself.

I must say this is the best of the series so far (yes, for the movies, I have watched every single one of the last three in the series). The CG is still fantastic! I love the blue goblet flame. More mythical creatures - dragons and unicorns. There was less of scenes of charming children with magick and trickeries. There were more of emotional ups and downs, moments when I was touched by Harry's little victories and cheers from his friends, and moments when my girlfriend shed some tears for Cedric Diggory. But despite all the hype about Harry's love interest, Cho Chang, only appeared in a handful of scenes. That was abit disappointing. I guess she will be appearing more in the next movie. So much for the "sexual jealousy" among Harry and his friends, except for one scene when Hermione Granger revealed the product of her puberty to Ron Weasley. lol. I hope you ain't thinking of anything funny! I'm talking about her attempt to get back at Ron for not behaving like a big boy when it comes to matters of the heart.

I think that is all I can reveal about the show. My rating for the Goblet of Fire is 4 outta 5, you gotta catch it. I will leave you with some meaningful words from Prof Dumbledore, "Soon you'll face the decision between the right or easy. Remember, your friends will be with you!"

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