First things first, I’d like to be clear here that I am a huge Potterhead. Just like the rest of the world, I grew up with Harry Potter. I remember seeing a boy classmate reading Harry Potter and the Sorcerer’s Stone during class and asked what the story was about. I can barely recall what he said, although flashes of “magic”, “wands, “wizards”, “spells” and “witches” were mentioned.
There was a lot of hype surrounding part 2 of the Deathly Hallows movie. Many were eager to see if their favorite scenes in the book made the cut or if they would actually film the epilogue bit. As for me, I just wanted to know the release date.
I booked two iMax tickets a week in advance to make sure we had the best seats. (Did I tell you how convenient it is to book movie tickets online these days? You have to check out SM’s bCode terminals!) I didn’t get to catch the movie on the day it premiered here in the Philippines, by the way. So I avoided Tumblr for a while after the premiere because friends would blab about the movie.
Watching the movie, I was expecting to hear roars of applause or silent girls sobbing in the dark all throughout the movie. It was, after all, the end of the Harry Potter franchise. But no, I heard none of that from the excited (from the start, at least) crowd.
It lacked a certain pizzazz or oomph that I thought the fifth movie (my favorite) had. I guess it’s because the movie focused too much on Harry Potter and the emotional rollercoaster that he was on. I felt sad that some of the well-loved characters were a bit left out in this huge finale.
Even the death scene of Snape was a tad disappointing. Severus Snape, after all, is perhaps one of the best fictional characters ever. He’s probably the most well-thought of supporting characters in the series. I wanted to see how Fred, Tonks and Lupin died too. I wanted to see more of the people who were just being as brave as Harry–fighting for him.
The epilogue also fanned my minor disappointment in the film–though the kids looked adorable. It wasn’t believable at all. Whoever worked on Brad Pitt’s crazy transformation in Benjamin Button proves that ageing a teenager or shaving years off a 40-year-old is possible. I wonder why the HP people weren’t able to pull it off.
The crowd wasn’t as cheery and pumped as we shuffled toward the exit. I could sniff the scent of being underwhelmed reeking off their skin. Disappointment and all, I still love Harry Potter. Besides, a true Potterhead would know that the book is where the real magic is.
“If you have to ask you’ll never know. If you know, you need only ask..”