I went to my first midnight showing last night. There's something so comforting and communal about being one of a few hundred crazy, weird, totally nerdy Harry Potter fans all waiting for what will hopefully be a stellar adaptation of one of the final installments of our favorite wizard and friends' tale. I'll be the first to admit that the last couple of movies, while capturing the right feel, failed to do justice to the books. They added unnecessary plot points while leaving out some absolutely needed ones and leave me entertained, but unsatisfied. Not so with this one. It was a gift to true fans: 2 1/2 hours, ample time to adequately and effectively get through a significant portion of the book, while getting through enough of it to assure us that the final moments will get their dues in the final installment. With a quick wrap-up of some of said left out necessaries, we were off on a terrifying, funny, and all around thrilling adventure. Clearly, everyone in the theatre knew exactly what was coming (as they should....books should never be cast aside for movie adaptations) so the collective gasps all came as we entered the scene, knowing what would lie in store, all the while hoping, praying it didn't- wanting to warn our brave bespectacled hero of the wrong turns and shrieking with fear when the inevitable occurred. In short, I loved it. If you aren't a Harry fan (A of all, GET WITH IT!), you'll be confused, but it's still a quality movie. No, I take it back. Just sit down and start from square one. You're depriving yourself of a beautiful story of friendship, good vs. evil, and the absolute triumph of love.
Here's to the boy who lived.
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