Unfortunately, the spell that it cast was more of a curse. The film was comprised of a duality, not between good and evil, but between teen angst and hormonal urges. Producers extracted majority of the exciting battles, quidditch matches, and quirky classroom scenes and replaced them with teen hormones flying around on disturbingly phallic broomsticks. The portrayal of teen urges were made even more uncomfortable by the fact that Daniel Radcliffe, who plays Harry Potter, kisses like he is practicing on his hand.
The Half Blood Prince novel contained a lot of material and intertwined detail. Regrettably, the producers of the film were unable to unwind the book into a solid storyline for the movie. The bromance between Dumbledore and Harry was overplayed and entire scenes were fabricated in an attempt to string the drama together. In the absence of a solid plot, they put in scenes so cheesy that any lactose intolerant viewers had to leave the theatre. The film solidifies its over the top cheese factor by ending with Harry, Hermione and Ron looking out into the horizon as inspirational music plays in the background and a bird flies towards the setting sun. I was laughing so hard that I could barely see the credits roll up.