The world divides between those who think Harry Potter rubbish, and those who love it. In fact, this could be further split, into those who feel this way about the books, and those who feel this way about the movies, or both. I personally find the books beneath contempt, amazing only in terms of their unprecedented cultural success, which renders them worthy of study if not approval; and the movies a dull second. It is good to see this series come to a close, as lifeless, draggy and ponderous as ever. As one critic put it, it is just one damn thing after another. The struggle between good and evil has never been more long-winded and lacking in dynamism. It is a sign of the weak-minded times that a whole generation grew up on this twaddle, when, for instance, previous generations had Tolkien, Lewis, and Frank Herbert, to enjoy.