I am indeed in mourning, whilst I choke down the first of several large lattes with a glassy stare at my computer screen. I knew last night would be difficult, but I didn’t know it would evoke such emotion. I realized I was not alone when only a few minutes into the midnight premiere, I heard my fellow movie-goers choking back the tears as we ended our journeys together. I wonder if they were still teary-eyed on their commutes to work today?
I could quibble over details about changes between the book and the movie, but I am sure there are better Potter-ologists than me in the world. I am consoled by the fact that all Deathly Hallows book-to-movie changes were met with J.K. Rowling’s stamp of approval, and, as a reader and movie-watcher, the story wraps up quite well: Hope prevails. Most importantly, love, friendship and loyalty are the most important things in life– which is what that lonely tousle-headed boy with a scar sought from the beginning, and that is what the boy-turned-man is surrounded with in the end.
On a scale of one to legendary, the book and movie series scores a big, bold EPIC. Who knows if in 10 or 20 years the cinematic world will find the technology dated, but the story continues in the hearts of young readers for generations.
The midnight premiere atmosphere: It is redundant to say it was magical, but it was. There were ample laughter, giggles and many tears as well as plenty of cheers, fist pumps, and colorful exclamations.
Last impressions from the supporting cast: Neville is a rock star, I’d put Molly Weasly up against any hockey mom with or without lipstick, Professor McGonagall is my home girl and Snape…oh, Snape.
Happy Tears, Wizards and Witches– Becky