The Crimes of Grindelwald is like a lot of little vignettes instead of one complete story. There’s no clear task set out for our heroes to accomplish and so the film does feel like it chases its own tail a lot of the time. London and France are added to the list of locations and I’m not sure if this was a good idea or not. On one hand, it does give this problem a more international feel, and so upping the stakes, but on the other it just distracts from the plot as we sightsee around these new locations establishing new rules and characters.
In this incarnation Tarzan (Alexander Skarsgård), has been there, done it and bought the leopard print t-shirt as he finds himself acclimatising to his life back in civilised London as John Clayton III.
It’s been five years since audiences savoured the magical world of Harry Potter. Long gone is the familiar landscape of Hogwarts, the much loved professors and the familiar characters we all grew to love. In their place is 1920s New York in all its gothic goodness. It’s beautifully dated landscape serving as a perfect backdrop to the continuation of the dark, grittier tone seen in the Deathly Hallows.