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 First off, I make the fact clear that I l o v e Harry Potter. I love all that it has to offer and all that it teaches us and the ambience it gives off and the absolute unadulterated beauty of it all. But reading Cursed Child makes me ask: 
 Exactly whose idea was it to turn this eons-awaited, [potentially legendary], ACTUAL CONTINUATION OF THE HARRY POTTER SERIES THAT WE'VE BEEN ASKING FOR FOR FIFTY YEARS into a play? I'm not a theatre enthusiast and I'm pretty sure nor are most Potterheads who waited ages for this so the choice of format seems rather selfish. There may be some charm in a play but all I'm getting is a disembodied voice in my head saying dramatic things like "Well, there are times I wish you weren't my son." 
 Nonchalantly like rattling names off a grocery list. 
 And the story itself was mildly entertaining at best. There were hardly any intricate plot twists and crazy hairpin turns that Harry Potter is known for. Because of the format and the length of the play, I believe they were unable to add any actual descriptive details into it that would have made the experience all the more entertaining (and give us details we were thirsting for for years. I DID MY WAITING!! NINE YEARS OF IT!!!) I still adored it though. Any thing Harry Potter related or one that even hints at a sliver of a connection to Harry Potter (which is what this was) I take it into my arms and never let it go again. 
 Four stars because this is Harry Potter. The bespectacled hero of my dreams. There's no way I'd ever give anything associated with Harry Potter less than four stars.