I just got back from watching part 1 of the movie I have waited half my life to watch. I’m still wiping tears from my eyes, so it may not be the clearest review ever, but I must gush.
Now, to start off, I do not cry during movies. Ever. I was the heartless person who sat next to her friend through Toy Story 3 and didn’t cry. To take it even further, I am the person who laughed out loud at the people who were crying. So when said friend told me I was going to cry, I just laughed because I don’t cry during movies, right?
I’ve been a huge Harry Potter fan my entire life. For about two years, I literally refused to read anything else, until my dad eventually banned the books so I would expand my literary horizons. I don’t remember the ban ever being lifted… I think it was probably when the next book in the series came out. From the fourth book on, when a new book came out, I would cease all other activity, including sleep, open the new book, and read until I reached the end, possibly stopping to eat, but that was rare. I read them all in one day, devoured them, loved every single character including the ones I despised, memorized spells (yes, I’m aware that magic is NOT REAL, to any possible people out there saying this proves their point that you should never let children read books like this because they can’t separate reality from fiction. I am capable of recognizing the two. I just sometimes choose not to for short periods of time) and fell head over heels in love with Draco Malfoy and Severus Snape. I’m a sucker for a good bad guy/supposed bad guy. Never really liked Voldemort, though. The nose bothered me and he was bald, therefore in the vaguest ways reminding me of my dad, and I’m not the sort to fall for a guy like my dad.
I watched all the movies as they came out, of course. Most of them accompanied by the sounds of me yelling “THAT ISN’T RIGHT!!!” and complaining about how they ruined it, loving it all the while anyway. I don’t really re-watch the movies that often, except for my friend’s annual Harry Potter party in which they watch one of them. Even then, we’re generally too busy over at Honeyduke’s pigging out.
Anyway, from the fourth movie on (why is it always the fourth?) though, I started enjoying the movies more. At the fifth, I started going to see them within the first day or two that they came out. I re-read the series beforehand each time. I literally cannot count how many times I’ve read the series through, and each book individually. I mean, I started re-reading Deathly Hallows the instant I was done reading it the first day it came out. At two in the morning. Yep, after spending hours and hours and hours reading, I flipped the book right back over and started reading again. I can’t begin to describe the love I have for these books.
So anyways, enough nostalgia, on to THIS movie. I was dying to go to the premier. I am a firm believer that it is much better to see a long-expected movie after standing in lines for hours with screaming fans who want to see it as badly as you do, who have been waiting to see it as long as you have, who are willing to stay up as late as they have to and pay as much money as they are required to see the movie the INSTANT it is possible. My mom kinda shot that dream down and I had to wait an extra 11 and a half hours to see it with my family whom, while all Harry Potter fans (Mercy ALMOST as much as I) were not exactly as hyped up about the movie as I was.
I was firmly set on not crying in the movie from the minute I walked in. Okay, so, yes, I sobbed over each and every single death in the book. Deathly Hallows was, actually, the only book in which anyone died who I cried over, but then, everyone died, so that was to be expected. But movies are different. I never cry over them, remember?
I have to say, the movie was outstanding. There were things I was upset they missed. The scene with Dudley and Harry, before the Dursleys leave, for example. I feel like that scene in the book really made Dudley a Real Character, and even Petunia to some extent. I was looking forward to watching it. But they didn’t even show Dudley’s face. And the scene at Xenophilius Lovegood’s house, where Harry, Ron, and Hermione go up to Luna’s room and see the painting on her ceiling. I also really was surprised that they left out Kreacher’s story. After all that search for R.A.B., they aren’t even going to let us hear the story? That was one of the reasons Kreacher became one of my favorite characters!
I was disappointed in some of the casting (Mundungus Fletcher, anyone?) but other than that, it really was pretty good. Very different from the other movies, although then, it was different from the other BOOKS, too. I must admit, I miss Hogwarts a little bit. But some of the things they added in were quite good. While it was never in the book, the little dancing scene with Harry and Hermione was sweet and had me a little teary-eyed. Seeing Neville on the train, even just for a few seconds, I was flooded with all of my fond Nevillesque memories and was reminded how much I love him. Teary-eyed again, even if he only had like two lines. Harry and Hermione at Harry’s parents’ grave? One whole tear slipped down my cheek, at which point I announced loudly to my sister that I was NOT going to do this.
And then Dobby. I should have known it was coming. Dobby has such a special place in my heart. I adore Dobby. When I saw him, I went “Oh no. I’m going to cry. I can’t believe this, nothing’s even happened yet, but I’m going to cry. The instant he gets off that chandelier-” and I was right. I was breathing hard and blinking harder, and then he looked Bellatrix Lestrange in the eye and said “Dobby is a free elf.” And I completely and utterly lost it. My sister was laughing at me, and he wasn’t even dead yet, and tears were rolling down my face. I was crying so hard I could barely hear him talking to Harry as he died, and I didn’t stop until the end of the movie. I was tearing up again in the car on the ride home. I cried updating my facebook status to tell everyone I had cried. I cried again thinking about it. I’ve never been so emotional over a character’s death.
And then I got to thinking about what will happen when I watch Alan Rickman/Snape (the two biggest loves of my fictional and celebrity-loving life united in one character) die. I can’t even imagine. I am probably going to go into mourning for days and be escorted out be security because I can’t control myself. I am getting teary just thinking about it. I’m already scared, and I have eight months to go.
But even though I broke my biggest personal rule of NO CRYING FOR MOVIES, it really was incredible. The best movie yet, I think. I truly did love it, and I would pay to see it again AND buy it on DVD. I think they did a wonderful job overall, and I can not wait for the next one.
What were your thoughts watching it?