So let’s talk about alchemy, the magical art of turning one thing into another, or usually, crap into gold. For Potter fanboys, Fantastic Beasts is another welcome view into Rowling’s still magical mind. That’s me, Potter fanboy, so half of me is sold on this new series even if I know it’s a pure scam. The second I got the email, letting me know that J.K. Rowling needed a few bucks from each of her readers to make her next movie, and could I please just send my bank account number, routing number, DOB and social security number, I was in. I sent it all, willingly, as I’ve never let go of hope that she’d revisit the world she swore off after book 7. So what if it’s a movie and not based off another real, full-length story. It’s all butterbeer to me.
For everyone else, you may get a knee-jerk reaction to Fantastic Beasts: The Crimes of Grindewald as just Rowling’s literary leftovers. The Potter residue. Can this series turn those leftovers into gold? Or is it, like alchemy, a sham, designed to cash in at the box office?
Source: Destructoid Review: Fantastic Beasts: The Crimes of Grindewald