Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone
by Mark Rivers
"Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone" is the best movie of the year (and you know I'm not one given to superlatives). There are a few negroes within, but they are very obviously just part of the backdrop, and contribute little to the film. It looks as though the filmmakers just threw them in so they wouldn't be accused of racism.
There are no obvious Jew names associated with this movie. In fact, the movie seems to take a stab at Jews a couple of times:
1) The "goblins" who run the bank are hook-nosed and snobby, clearly Jewish stereotypes.
2) The villain is an evil wizard who turns out to be a "parasite," feeding on the brain of its host.
In case you've been living on another planet for the last couple of years, you know at least the basics of the story: Harry Potter is a young boy with magical powers who is sent off to a special school for children with such gifts. In fact, that's all I knew about the story, but now I just might take a keener interest in the series.
The film has a few flaws, but they are outshone by its outstanding messages. In one scene, the gamekeeper laments about his pet dragon, which has been sent to live in Romania with the other dragons. A young student points out that the dragon will be much happier being with his own kind. Can you remember the last time any character in a movie said something like this?
In another scene, Harry comes across a magical mirror that shows its viewer whatever that person hopes for the most. If your fondest wish is to be a champion footballer, that's exactly how you see yourself in the mirror; winning matches, receiving trophies and accolades, etc. The sage, old wizard-in-charge tells Harry that he mustn't live in such a fantasy world, however. Far too many men have wasted their lives in front of it, he says, instead of living. This, to me, was an indictment of television, and its stranglehold on the fat, lazy, White American Rabble.
The special effects are top-notch, the plot moves along nicely and the action and humor are perfectly placed. Particularly enjoyable was the sports sequence. Finally, the performances of Richard Harris, Maggie Smith, Robbie Coltrane and the perfectly cast Alan Rickman are magnificent. Even the child actors (for the most part) did quite well, though Harry Potter's voice hit a pubescent huskiness as the film progressed (the peril of a long movie shoot with a pre-teen cast).
"Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone" is family fun without the onslaught of Jew brainwashing. I just hope that the next installment is not called "Harry Potter and the Wonderful Talisman of Tolerance," in which Harry and his pals learn the true lesson of friendship when the evil blond kid beats up the niglet with the dreadlocks. Well, I'll burn that cross when I come to it. In the meantime, take your kids to see "Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone," then...
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