Bart and I went to see the final Harry Potter movie on Friday evening (thank you, 2-for-1 movie tickets on Fridays with a Visa signature card).
In many ways, I thought it was the best of the movies so far (I feel like the movies have been somewhat uneven), and probably would have continued to feel so if they hadn’t taken so many (stupid) liberties with the ending of the movie.
Spoilers, I guess, if you happen to care about Harry Potter enough to be bothered by spoilers, but not enough to have read the books and know how things happen.
I thought Neville’s killing of the snake was seriously weakened by the way they made it play out. The book really let Neville have his moment of glory and I wanted to see it.
And having the weird fight between Harry and Voldemort? Lame. And just the two of them dueling in the courtyard with Voldemort dissolving? A let down. The book has it so much better, with a full audience, and Harry’s explanation to Voldemort about the wand (much better to have the explanation before it really happened), and then the curse rebounding.
Plus, no moment with the three main kids in Dumbledore’s office, where Harry repairs his wand and puts aside the Elder Wand? And no cheering from the portraits on the wall? No Dumbledore weeping with pride and joy? You wanted me to be happy with a wand snap on the parapet and a quick explanation of Malfoy’s wand? Wrong. I will be disappointed.
Also, because I am a very shallow and horrible person, I find myself totally disturbed by the fact that Ginny is taller than Harry.
End of Spoilers
I reread all of the books last winter, and I have some very happy memories of snuggling my nursing baby in the my in-laws’ basement, reading the British versions of several of the books, with the space heater next to my feet.
I realized when I read them, that, despite having seen all the movies, the books are so separate and distinct in my mind that I do not imagine the movie characters or movie sets when I read the books. I still so clearly remember my own Harry, Ron, and Hermione. The Great Hall looks far different than the book one does and Snape is less old than Alan Rickman.
And for that, I’m glad. Although the movies are fun, the books are really where it’s at for me, and I’m glad the movies haven’t taken that from me.