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so it's finally here, HP7
Nov. 14th, 2010 10:01 pmThe first part of the seventh HP movie is coming out in a few days. Midnight tickets are bought, group outfits are assembled, and supplies for the waiting period prior are packed.
But strangely, I'm a little reluctant to see this movie. It's the same way I felt about the seventh book; I couldn't bear to read it at first, because I knew no matter how many times I could riffle through the pages and read it again, there's nothing like that very first time, each new page and direction filling you with thrills and sorrow. You honestly don't know what's going on, and no matter how much you've theorized or discussed or bet, it's unveiling itself in front of you, like some sort of cosmic canon map. It's the same with this movie, which I wager will be a tearfest by the end. I cried when I finished reading the seventh book; no doubt I'll be a sobbing, phlegmy mess by the end of the second part. (for one thing, how am I going to sit through Snape's death without going to pieces?)
As a movie, that's weird. I know exactly who is going to live and who is going to die. Technically, that movie will show nothing new. They're not going to randomly kill off, say, Minerva McGonagall, for dramatics. They're not going to give Fred Weasley a "Get Out of Jail Free" card. They split the movie, and while the point of that was to make loads more money (which does not bother me), it also means that those moments in the books that gave us all pause? Time will be (hopefully) given to them. We're going to lose Hedwig, Dobby, Fred, Snape, Lupin, Tonks, Colin, Mad-Eye Moody, Vincent, and maybe we'll even get a mention of those like Rufus Scrimgoer, who died protecting Harry, or Ted Tonks, who should have gotten more than a passing mention, or Charity Burbage, whose death started the book out.
1998 was when I became a fan of HP and you could say that I feel melancholy that in a matter of months, it's going to be over. (no matter if she writes and eighth, ninth, or tenth book... HP ended at seven for me, even if I do read and enjoy her future works). After the second part, we're not going to have more movies to look forward to (unless someone goes off the deep end and decides that making a movie about MWPP-era would be a great idea) and certainly, no matter how dramatic that sounds, an era is over.
Doesn't make me sad, per se, but it does brings up the chance for me to write pseudodeep, emotastic posts about it.
Kinda worth it in the end.
But strangely, I'm a little reluctant to see this movie. It's the same way I felt about the seventh book; I couldn't bear to read it at first, because I knew no matter how many times I could riffle through the pages and read it again, there's nothing like that very first time, each new page and direction filling you with thrills and sorrow. You honestly don't know what's going on, and no matter how much you've theorized or discussed or bet, it's unveiling itself in front of you, like some sort of cosmic canon map. It's the same with this movie, which I wager will be a tearfest by the end. I cried when I finished reading the seventh book; no doubt I'll be a sobbing, phlegmy mess by the end of the second part. (for one thing, how am I going to sit through Snape's death without going to pieces?)
As a movie, that's weird. I know exactly who is going to live and who is going to die. Technically, that movie will show nothing new. They're not going to randomly kill off, say, Minerva McGonagall, for dramatics. They're not going to give Fred Weasley a "Get Out of Jail Free" card. They split the movie, and while the point of that was to make loads more money (which does not bother me), it also means that those moments in the books that gave us all pause? Time will be (hopefully) given to them. We're going to lose Hedwig, Dobby, Fred, Snape, Lupin, Tonks, Colin, Mad-Eye Moody, Vincent, and maybe we'll even get a mention of those like Rufus Scrimgoer, who died protecting Harry, or Ted Tonks, who should have gotten more than a passing mention, or Charity Burbage, whose death started the book out.
1998 was when I became a fan of HP and you could say that I feel melancholy that in a matter of months, it's going to be over. (no matter if she writes and eighth, ninth, or tenth book... HP ended at seven for me, even if I do read and enjoy her future works). After the second part, we're not going to have more movies to look forward to (unless someone goes off the deep end and decides that making a movie about MWPP-era would be a great idea) and certainly, no matter how dramatic that sounds, an era is over.
Doesn't make me sad, per se, but it does brings up the chance for me to write pseudodeep, emotastic posts about it.
Kinda worth it in the end.
