Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix

The magic has returned to the Harry Potter franchise — albeit magic of the old, black variety. The darkest and most threatening by far of the five Potter films, Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix is also the only series entry outside of the third, Alfonso Cuarón's Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban, that feels like the product of a vivid cinematic imagination and not just a slavishly faithful transposition of a runaway kid-lit bestseller. The director, David Yates, who has never before helmed a project of this scale, brings an energy and efficiency to Potter land — this is the series's fastest-moving (and, at a mere 139 minutes, shortest) installment — that may stem from his many hours spent on British television projects (including the recent The Girl in the Café, with Bill Nighy). Yates isn't the only new blood here: screenwriter Michael Goldenberg, cameraman Slawomir Idziak (who shot the Three Colors trilogy for Krzysztof Kieslowski), editor Mark Day and composer Nicholas Hooper are also Potter neophytes, and they collectively infuse the series's heretofore storybook atmosphere with a down-and-dirty grittiness — Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry has never looked more like a drafty, downtrodden pile of bricks — and great, nightmarish imagery that's as startling to our senses as it is to young Mr. Potter's.

Credit J.K. Rowling too: Order of the Phoenix gives us what may be the most compelling premise for a Potter picture yet, because it's the one least chained to an elaborate, mechanized plot. In narrative terms, not that much happens, but as for Harry's emotional journey — well, that's nearly epic. Still reeling from his standoff with the newly resurrected Lord Voldemort at the end of 2005's Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire, and from the death of his classmate Cedric Diggory, the already melancholic Harry (Daniel Radcliffe) is, at the start of the new film, downright disconsolate. Sweating out another long, hot summer in the company of his boorish aunt, uncle and cousin, pining for the bygone days of Quidditch matches and shooting the shit with Dobby the house elf, he's practically a poster child for teen Prozac. Just when it seems like things couldn't get any worse, a couple of fearsome, faceless beasties called Dementors come along to shake Harry out of his malaiseÉby quite nearly turning him into dinner.

Old Voldy, it seems, is stirring again, though few outside of the movie's titular cabal — a secret society formed by Hogwarts's redoubtable headmaster Dumbledore (Michael Gambon) with the express purpose of vanquishing Voldemort — will acknowledge it. The officious Minister of Magic, Cornelius Fudge, has even taken to planting anti-Potter screeds in the pages of the Ministry's house scandal sheet, The Daily Prophet, sure that the boy wizard is but a pawn in a Dumbledore-plotted coup d'état. He also installs his loyal emissary Dolores Umbridge (played as a sinister parody of schoolmarm authority by Vera Drake star Imelda Staunton) as a Hogwarts hatchet woman, charged with pruning the faculty of subversive elements and restricting the students' social freedoms until Hogwarts comes to resemble the fascistic boarding school in Lindsay Anderson's If... Of all the new creatures, human and otherwise, who are introduced in Order of the Phoenix, it's this smiling sadist in fuchsia couture who makes the most indelible impression, and who renders coy (or at least oblivious) the protestation of Potter producer David Heyman that Order of the Phoenix isn't a political allegory. This is, after all, a movie in which ineffectual government bureaucrats refuse to acknowledge an imminent threat to their people — and their power — until the evidence is literally right before their eyes. Make of that what you will.