It’s all over. I have seen Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows Part Two. There will never be any new Potter anything, and I am devastated. After the jump, read all about my thoughts on the movie, and just how hard it made me cry…
I left the cinema at half past two on Wednesday morning hysterically sobbing. I had cried in all the appropriate places during the movie: The depressing dialogue between Fred and George? Check. The deaths? Check. Snape’s memories? (Quadruple) Check. The Resurrection Stone scene? Check. I laughed at all the appropriate places, cheered at the appropriate places, and then managed to sob like a baby just when it was an appropriate to smile. I hadn’t planned on crying during the ending. Sure, I joked about leaving the cinema in tears and the final credits breaking my heart, but I never thought I actually would. Then the second last scene started playing and I felt the tears pricking the back of my eyes and then the epilogue started and I started crying. Soon I was in hysterics and my face was bright red from crying and snot was running down my face and all I could say was “it’s over” in between shaky breaths as tears continued to poor out of my eyes. I was every bit the mess. I didn’t stop crying for a good forty minutes, and, of course, my parents were ever so supportive. My dad responded to my sniveling repetitions of “it’s over” with “Of course it’s over, we wouldn’t be leaving the cinema otherwise” and my mum merely threw tissues in my general direction and told me to stop making a fool of myself. It had just hit me in the most painful way that there would be no more Potter. It actually hurt, it felt like someone had torn my heart (Side note, has everyone seen the Deathly Hallows parody of ‘Halo’? There’s a lyric in it that says “I like Voldemort, cause my soul’s being torn apart” and that sums up my feelings exactly). It was like nothing else I’d ever experienced, and the only response I could think of was to sob and sob and sob.
That all said, the movie was brilliant. I’m not exactly a fan of the Potter films, but they definitely saved the best for last. Dame Maggie Smith as McGonagall was a hands-down stand-out, although she was eclipsed by Matt Lewis as Neville Longbottom who definitely took out the ‘biggest bamf ever’ award. (Side note: Everyone is saying how attractive Matt is these days. Am I the only one who had noticed this before?) Helena Bonham Carter as Hermione being Bellatrix should also win all the awards ever. That was some absolutely amazing acting.
While they didn’t stick exactly to the book and there were some bits that annoyed me, it really had the perfect mix of humour, battle, and storyline. Snape’s Memories were the most beautiful things in the world (I was so worried they would screw them up, but they were perfect), and they included my favourite line of the whole book (“Not my daughter, you bitch!) much to the applause and cheers of the theatre. The film was a perfect way to end the series, although Voldemort’s life wasn’t ended in the most spectacular way. It almost was an anti-climax, especially after such a massive build up.
There were a few things I didn’t like, such as The Grey Lady (what was wrong with how they used to show the ghosts?!), the lack of death portrayal, and the lack of Teddy Lupin but then randomly mentioning him at one point. Either include him, or don’t. Don’t confuse everyone who hasn’t read the books by randomly bringing him up when no pregnancy or baby is shown, and no teenager is shown in the epilogue.
Some bits were changed from the books, of course, but after the random burning down of the Burrow in the sixth film, it takes a lot to annoy me enough to rant about it.
I’m seeing it again with some of the besties on Saturday afternoon, and hopefully I’ll manage to keep my emotions slightly more in check. I’ll probably still shed tears over the sheer clichéd horribleness of the epilogue (“you were named after two headmasters of Hogwarts, Albus Severus, and one of them was a Slytherin and he was one of the bravest men I have ever met” LOL Harry let’s forget that you hated Snape for seven years with a burning conviction. And good god, what kind of meds was Ginny doped up on when she let you name him Albus Severus?!).
It’s All Ended, and my heart has been shattered, but I need to pick up the pieces, fake a smile through the pain, and I guess all that’s left to say is “Thanks for the memories, Mr. Potter, it’s been a blast.”
frangipani princess xoxo