We have read all the books. I read them aloud, (yes all of them!) finishing them myself first. Not for preview, but for sheer enjoyment and absorption in the story. We bought a Griffindor scarf and hat that was immediately lost at school after Christmas break. We own the action figures, donated from friends whose sons outgrew them before they became collectors items. We don’t protect them. They were too much fun. I cried, laughed, grew angry and cheered finding the characters enduring long past the last page of the seventh volume. So it is with disappointment that the seventh installment of Harry Potter comes in two parts six months apart. It has to be darkest before dawn, but I struggle with the emotional energy of seeing the film for myself, much less with the kids in mind. Below are the excerpts from my favorite reviewer, The Washington Post‘s Ann Hornaday. Simple Minds haunting song “Don’t You Forget About Me” is playing in the background on Pandora Radio. We will eventually see the movie but I still find the second of the LOTR movies to be the longest, slowest, and struggle not to skip ahead to an ending I enjoy. Things to think on…Blessings!
“Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows – Part 1” can’t be anything but unsatisfying.
Indeed, more than an action fantasy, “Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows – Part 1” is probably best appreciated as a war picture, with the ragtag team of downtrodden heroes leaving the comforts of Hogwarts for dark forests and desolate battlefields. There are almost no smiles or laughs in this chapter of “Harry Potter,” during which the not-so-young-anymore protagonists look like haunted, hollow-eyed refugees. (The movie’s warmest scene, when Harry and Hermione try to cheer themselves up by dancing to the radio, is one of the few sequences Kloves didn’t take directly from the book.)
Over and over again throughout “Deathly Hallows – Part 1,” she saves the day, most often by digging into a fabulously beaded bag of tricks, where she roots around to acquire the necessary accouterments to beam herself and her friends out of danger. Lean, solemn and supremely self-possessed, Watson’s Hermione has become a literal spellbinder – who, like all women, understands the power of a really good purse.