For a series called Harry Potter, I don't think I can recall one of these movies that was so brilliantly, delightfully about its titular character. Pecs bulging and eyes steady, Daniel Radcliffe glares out from the screen with a dominance that wilfully pushes the rest of the junk clean out of the frame. Actor and character have fused at last. Radcliffe's matured chops meet Harry's Book Five angst, and the resulting potion is the film franchise's equivalent of veritaserum.

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7 days out, 700 pages to go. And FYI: it absolutely sucks to see a Harry Potter movie without Becky Jo Wood.