“Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows: Part 2” was dark, bloody and explosive. I was impressed with some of the acting. You know when you’ve read a book so many times that you can visualize the facial expressions of the characters, and then you chuckle and congratulate yourself while watching the movie because the characters winced, glared, smirk... in the exact way you thought they should? Well, that is how I felt.
But not everything was satisfaction and glory; there were too many great scenes that didn’t make it into the movie. Their absence left some of those who haven’t read the books a bit confused, and those of us who have read them too many times a tad annoyed. This is a bathroom conversation (very classy of me, I know):
Viewer 1 – “If they could aparate (magically teleport) why didn’t they escape the bad guys?”
Viewer 2 – “That’s how it works in movies. Sometimes things make no sense.”
Viewer 1 – “That’s not fair.”
I washed my hands and walked out of the bathroom leaving the two girls to their debate. My Piano Man and I walked to the car and he said, “I don’t understand why they didn’t transport themselves out of danger.” My Piano Man has not read the last 3 books.
I won’t tell you why they couldn’t just aparate because I hate spoilers. Besides, if you’ve read “Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix” you already know why. And that wasn’t the only bit of book goodness left out. You have no idea how difficult it is for me not to tell you right now, but spoilers are evil. I’ll just say that one of the things I love most about the Harry Potter books has to do with how much Harry, Hermione, Ron and the rest of the gang love freedom, equality and what it means to be family.
I understand the books are long and some things had to be left out, but they should have replaced the mildly worthless dance scene between Hermione and Harry, in Harry Potter and The Deathly Hallows Part 1, with something more elfish, more about Molly, more about weddings, more about giants… yes, there were a lot of mores that were left out.
Now I’m jealous of those of you who get to go to the books, and read them for the first time. You lucky, lucky, lucky luvs!