(2.5 out of 5 stars)

I honestly wish they would have gone with the true title of this one: Harry Potter and the Chamber of Hormones.

Seriously, I loved the first five Potters.  I think that Prisoner of Azkaban was by far the best, and this one is by far the worst.

The major fault is too much book and too little movie.  At some point, the books became too long to condense into one movie.  I think this movie is where it became the most obvious.  Luna Luffgood, for example, simply disappeared halfway through the movie.  People who have read the books know what happened, those of us who haven’t simply wonder where the hell she went.

The second problem was the raging hormones.  This was like the wizard version of Love Actually at times.  This was like Porky’s: The Hogwarts Years for crying out loud.

Sadly, the third problem was Daniel Radcliffe.  He can’t act.  He recently said his early work made him cringe… well damn, kid, have you watched your recent stuff?  He’s more wooden than George Washington’s teeth (I know that’s a weak analogy, but cut me some slack, I couldn’t come up with something wooden aside from most of the hormonal males in this movie).

The saving grace?  Alan Rickman.  Dude is RICIDULOUS.  I recently did a count, and I own more movies with Alan Rickman than anyone.  I would say his voice is second in awesomeness only to Christopher Walkens’.  I would listen to Rickman read the phone book.  Sadly; this time, I wish I had.