Fantastic Beasts: The Crimes of Grindelwald (2018).
Well I barely know where to begin with this movie and that might be because the movie barely knew where to begin either.
I think this movie is actually three movies that have been accidentally mashed up together on the cutting room floor, perhaps for a joke, or some sort of bet.
One movie is about the loveable and cute Newt Scamander as he helps injured magical creatures recover in his extra-dimensional conservational zoo. There are some occasional jolly japes with the Niffler, although luckily since the first movie, Newt has remembered how to accio and just magically bring the naughty creature back to him.
Movie number two is about the rise of fascism in Europe, escalating tensions between groups of people, a tussle between powers for a superweapon, a rally in which people are gently exhorted to consider which side they are on, followed by a retreat to a mountainside castle.
Somewhere in the grey zone where these two movies collide is movie number three which is very tonally deaf to the fact that the Wizarding World has primarily been marketed at kids. This third movie has a main black female lead who is utterly controlled by other people in her life (This article in Bustle explains that problem better than I can, and therefore I won’t attempt to.) A child dies in this movie, only just off screen. A baby drowns in this movie, very much on camera albeit in an arty fashion. A woman is abducted and married and gives birth to a child while under an Imperius curse. A man is abducted and nearly railroaded in marriage while under the influence of a love charm. It’s just not in keeping with the general jolly japes of Mr Scamander and his menagerie.
I will be very happy if I never see this movie again. It is pretty much the worst.