Things get dark for the world’s oldest-lookin’ thirteen-year-old when the dude that supposedly had a hand in the death of Harry Potter’s parents escapes from the wizard jail Azkaban. Oh, he’s also Potter’s godfather… throw salt in the wound why don’t ya? The scourge of Michael Scott, The Dementors, show up as the Azkaban guards who suck the souls out of their designated victims. The new Dark Arts teacher is David Thewlis (who is great) and has a lycanthropy problem to go along with another secret about the escaped godfather, Sirius Black (it’s Gary Oldman and he steals the movie to no one’s surprise). The true meat of the franchise begins to come together and bigger and better things are on the way. You don’t need me to tell you the supporting cast is wonderful (including Gambon’s first turn as Dumbledore) and the now middle-aged teenagers are all showing growth as actors and probably more than a couple grey hairs. A large revelation plays out and the damn thing is one big ol’ turning point for the whole series. J.K. Rowling brings time travel into the equation, further opening a whole new bullshit world of plot hole convenience for herself.
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