I have a lot of bad opinions. (For instance, I’m not a huge fan of ice cream, the original Star Wars movies, or going to the beach. Now that this information is out there, I’m fully prepared to be followed by a group of people chanting “SHAME!” at me wherever I go, which is fair.)
But possibly my worst opinion to date—and the one I’m scared to share with people lest they hate me and stop inviting me to things—is that Prisoner of Azkaban is my least favorite Harry Potter movie. Look, I don’t hate it or hate people who like it, which is, I will admit, most people. And honestly? I wish I liked it. I wish I could change! Everyone seems to be having such a good time, loving Prisoner of Azkaban! I feel like you’re all at a party, just dancing and having fun, and I’m the sad sack watching from outside with my face pressed against the window wishing I could come in.
But none of this changes the fact that whenever I re-watch the movies, Prisoner of Azkaban is the one I look forward to least. Hear me out.