My husband and I went to the final Harry Potter movie yesterday. We even splurged for the 3D version, and my personal opinion is: They Outdid Themselves!
The movie was action-packed, tightly scripted, and well-acted. A fitting farewell to a fantasy world that has intrigued me since I bought the first book. So long, Harry. You’ve been a great hero, and have provided me with countless hours of entertainment.
Actually, my journey with Harry may never end. I’m one of those odd critters known as true fans. I own all of the books. I own all of the movies (or will when this last one comes out). AND I own all of the unabridged audio books.
Yep. Harry, like Frodo before him, exhibits such charm for me that I never tire of his companionship. I listen to the entire series of each work at least twice a year. (Daily commutes are easier when shared with old friends.)
So, back to the original topic: the final movie. It’s worth the money. If you’re wavering on whether or not to bother seeing it (after all, you KNOW how it ends!), take my advice and just go. You won’t be disappointed.
True fan that I am, I can almost quote parts of the novels. Trust me. I know every place these last two movies deviated from The Deathly Hallows. But unlike earlier movies in the series, this one didn’t make me cringe. The deviations were well thought out and made sense. And more importantly, they didn’t harm the character motivation. Tears flowed in all the right places and when the movie ended, the entire audience broke into applause. A rarity in movie theaters. I mean, what’s the point? None of the people who labored to provide that magnificent show are present to accept the praise. But the spontaneous applause confirmed that I hadn’t been the only person completely swept away by the experience.
So. Thank you, J.K. Rowling, for a fabulous story, and thank you, Hollywood, for a great movie-watching experience. Goodbye, Harry. It’s been grand.