Fiennes certainly looked creepy enough but with various colored dots on his face, clearly the filmmakers had something truly nasty in store for his looks. There were maybe two quick shots where the effects on Voldemort’s face looked done (his missing nose was my first clue), and these moments made little children in the theatre scream.

Even as a more normal looking person, Voldemort still sports pointy teeth, grey skin, and a nasty persona. This is the first time in any of these films I actually feared for Harry’s life.

Harry Potter (Daniel Radcliffe) has arm hair. Ron Weasley (Rupert Grint) has an pronounced adam’s apple (no matter how hard he tries to hide it by wrapping that annoying scarf around his neck). And it might be illegal in some states to say what’s going on with Hermione’s anatomy, but let’s just say she’s filling out an evening gown a little nicer than last year. Alright fine, I’ll just say it. Emma Watson turned into a bona fide babe.

The students make jokes and comments that makes it perfectly clearthat they know the difference between girls and boys.

In addition, there’s bizarre sequence in a glorified jacuzzi with Harry and Moaning Myrtle (Shirley Henderson) that may provide you with some additional reasons why Myrtle is moaning. She is clearly attempting to check out his goods under the water.

Even with virtually none of the effects finished, the big Quidditch match is very exciting. I have a feeling the completed film will feature a much longer version of the game.

I feel a great deal of comfort when I catch site of Alan Rickman casting glances as Prof. Snape. Maggie Smith still shines as Prof. McGonagall. The only school regular that kind of gets shafted in terms of screen time is Robbie Coltrane’s Hagrid; I wouldn’t have minded more of him.

The biggest surprise in GOBLET OF FIRE is Michael Gambon’s Dumbledore, who really gets to spread his wings much more than in any of the other films. He’s a key figure for Harry in uncovering the mystery of a recurring nightmare he’s having, and I loved their scenes together.

Harry has his first hint of a crush on someone outside of their immediate group of friends. Hermione practically has an affair with one of Harry’s competitors in the tournament. But director Newell manages these personal dramas with maturity, without making them seem like an episode of “Saved by the Bell.”

This is the best one, folks. There’s really no two ways about it. The acting is so much better than the perfectly acting third film, and the story and emotions add such a layer to this already explosive series.