July 20, 2011 § 2 Comments
So it's over.
Hard to believe, yes, but not too shabby of an epic finale. And, as usual, all I want now is Butterbeer.
The beauty of having such a horrid memory is that things are anew to me all the time. Did I re-read the seventh book in preparation for Part 1, remaining unmoving from my reading perch for days on end as I enjoyed it a second time?
Did I see Part 1, captured completely and enamored by the story once more?
Did I remember much of anything from those experiences when viewing Part 2, thus I was surprised/excited/sorrowful/chuckling/enchanted/thrilled at all the right moments?
You get the trend.
Sustained by only chocolatey popcorn and Sour Patch Kids (i.e. dinner), I was delighted and often caught myself with my mouth agape at the screen for goodness knows how long (combined with the hot 3D glasses and you’ve got yourself a winning mental picture right there). I believe I even audibly exclaimed during a certain victory over a certain creature (you can’t take me anywhere). No need for me to be your movie critic, but if you’ve followed HP & Gang, either on the page, on the screen, or both, you won’t be disappointed. And there’s something to be said for the fact that it’s over, that we’ve all spent the last 10 years immersing ourselves into this world and attaching ourselves to its story.
So that’s that, friends. The end of a decade-long saga that had us at ” ‘Arry Potta!”
Let us be thankful that Stephenie Meyer quit after four.
[“Pssst, over here” Author’s note: I had actually started an entirely different post, but couldn’t resist writing something about The End of an era and the fact that it didn’t take me months to see a popular film, like it usually does. I’m prouda that. This is why I don’t usually write about movies- unless you demand my thoughts on my most recently viewed library find? That’s what I thought.]