Fantastic Beasts, all over the place

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Does anybody else ever think about how Fantastic Beasts would have been a much shorter movie with a much different ending if the villain hadn’t been such a drama king?  I mean, we eventually find out that he wants an obscurial because he wants to use them to trash the city in a big enough way that the wizarding community is outed good and proper, no going back. 

Of course, given that this is Prohibition-Era New York City, a cloud of black malice turned loose on the infrastructure and inhabitants is just as likely written off as some new chemical weapon or bomb by anyone not on-scene for it.

You know what’s not easily written off as either of those things?  A suitcase full of fucking monsters.

I mean, it’s not as grand or as poetic or as dignified as using the repressed power of an abused child to metaphorically bring magic out of the shadows, but snagging Newt’s briefcase as evidence and then hoofing it downtown to just flip it over and shake everything out into the middle of Times Square while yelling “Obliviate this, you bastards!” would do the trick just as thoroughly and with a lot more panache.

You’d have the added bonus of watching all the Junior Gestapo aurors flapping around trying to catch magic moths and herd huge glowing rhinoceroses and getting robbed blind by kleptomaniac echidnas while screaming “This isn’t real!  This isn’t really happening!” at stray muggles because you can’t take care of both things at the same time.