Ok, so I realise that I’ve been slacking in my blogging duties recently, and you have my sincerest apologies for that, but you’ll be happy to hear that I’m back, at least temporarily. It’s really not my fault that nothing remotely exciting ever happens in my life. If you’d like me to tell you about the many, many hours I spend playing Sims 3, or how I’m being stalked by a fruit fly, then just leave a comment and I’ll be more than happy to get right to work on those posts. For now, however, I’d like to tell you about the highlight of my whole year. Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows Part 2. Just a warning: if you don’t like Harry Potter, then this probably (definitely) isn’t the post for you and I give you my permission to leave. No hard feelings, I promise.
If you’re still with me, then I can assume that you love Harry Potter as much as I do. I’ve read all the books and seen all the movies several times over, and I know in my heart that I will never get bored of them or outgrow them. This is not just a series of books and movies, this was my whole childhood. I started reading the books when I was 10, and 11 years later they’re still as magical, still as fantastic as they were the first time I read them. Any ‘children’s’ book that can make me, a fully grown adult of sound mind, wish that Hogwarts was real, make me convinced, 10 years too late, that I was supposed to go to Hogwarts and that my letter just got lost, must have something special. To all the haters and critics, I don’t care what you say. I don’t care if the writing isn’t up to the standard of Tolkien or C.S. Lewis, I don’t care if you think they’re childish; I defy anyone to read them, and not get caught up even the tiniest bit in the fantasy and magic and wish even once that they could be a part of that world.
So, as soon as the tickets went on sale for DH2, nearly a month ago, I booked my cinema ticket to make sure that I didn’t miss out. The first showing was at 00:01 on Thursday night/Friday morning. Seeing as I was going with my mum however, I didn’t think she’d be up for that (she’s normally asleep by 10pm), so we went at 3:45 pm on Friday. All Thursday night I felt like a kid on Christmas Eve, not able to sleep with the sheer excitement of what was coming the next day. Every time I saw a HP advert on the TV, I had a mini panic-attack, started grinning to myself and clapping my hands like a demented seal. I think if I’d been any more excited, I probably would have started bouncing off the walls.
I think this is a good way to explain my level of excitement: I’ve been on a diet for 2 and a half weeks now, and sweet things are my major downfall, my kryptonite. I got a strawberry lollipop on the way to the cinema, knowing that it would do far less damage fat-wise than a big bucket of sweet popcorn. Because I was so determined not to miss even one second of the experience, we got to the cinema at 3:15. I can assure you that other like-minded individuals were there just as early, so I’m not completely insane. So for the 30 minutes before the trailers, and during the 20-30 minutes of trailers, I was surrounded by people with popcorn, ice cream and sweets, and it was hell. The rustling, the smells, I was almost ready to mug someone for their loot. Ok, it wasn’t quite that bad, but it was close! Close, I tell you! As soon as the film started, however, all these people and these smells just disappeared. Even my lollipop got neglected for minutes at a time, as I was too engaged in the film to move, or even blink. It eventually took me about an hour to eat the whole thing.
Now I appreciate that some people may not have seen the film yet, including my own dear Emily, so I’m not going to really talk about the film, other than to say: OMG. It was awesome. Funny. Sad. Epic. The perfect ending to the perfect film series. As soon as it finished, I wanted to watch it again, and I’m planning to go and see it again this Wednesday. You can’t get too much of a good thing, right? Besides, I had severe ear ache during the film last time, and had to take strong painkillers, which made me feel a bit sleepy and ill. I’m debating whether to see it in 2D again, or if I should risk 3D. Usually, I’m opposed to 3D films; I don’t think, just because you can make 3D films, that every film should be in 3D. Sometimes it doesn’t even make any difference. But how many more times in my life will I get to say that I saw a HP movie in 3D? None, this is my last chance, so should I do it before it’s too late? Decisions, decisions. Life is so tough. The other reason for going to see it again, and more importantly: I love Alan Rickman. His voice sends shivers down my spine and I would pay money to hear him reading a dictionary for a couple of hours. But that’s our little secret; don’t tell anyone. Having such a talented actor playing the best character in the Harry Potter universe is just…perfection. He deserves an Oscar for his performance in this film, and should be proud that he ended the series on such a powerful note.
Professor Severus Snape, may he Rest In Peace
Love, Lalita xxx
