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I really shouldn't watch Harry Potter movies (I just typed 'Potter' as 'Potty'...I need tea...) because I can't seperate them from the book. And even when I do, I can't ignore the fact that they really aren't very good if you've never read the book. Damn. This is a problem. I'm not going to enjoy the geek-fest of our generation.
I mean, if you ignore that whole prequel for Star Battle, or whatever it's called. I don't know.
Okay, here's the really short version of what I thought of it: Whoosh.
That's right. Whoosh. The whole movie went by so fast I didn't really see what was happening. It was really goddamn long, as is the current trend, but the whole feeling I get when reading Harry Potter (a dreamy, quiet, lazy sort of feeling, especially in the earlier books) was absent. Instead it zoomed and zoomed, mashing the events in the books together until they formed a kind of dark, murky ooze. I was really only watching it to see if I can apply new paint to the people in my head.
And the good news is: I can. Viktor Krum, baby. And surpisingly, Lord Thingy was almost exactly the person I imagined him as, with an exceptionally nifty cloak. Lucius Malfoy will eternally be branded as "THAT GUY WHO IS AN ELF" but he's still so incredibly awesome I'll overlook it. And Snape. Snapey Snapey Snape. Alan Rickman made me like him. I know, I know, he's too old, and all...chunky, but...but...HOW can you not love a guy who raises sarcasm to an artform?
That's right.
You can't.
Rita Skeeter was just...great. I loved all her scenes, "eyes glistening with the ghosts of his past..." the way she talked and looked and all that. Perfect. And the Prefects Bathroom scene is enshrined as one of the funniest things ever.
The stuff that made me go 'buh?' is mostly things that looked wrong. Incredibly wrong, in places. For example - those...hoods. The hoods that are tall and pointy and inspire ridicule rather than fear. Good God, they're horrible. I don't care if they're cunning reference to the KKK (which is about as subtle as a sledgehammer) they're still horrible. Gah. HATE those hoods. HATE HATE HATE.
Also, come on, no Quidditch World Cup? We get, what thirty seconds of flight, mostly given over to panning. Panning which ends at a loud exclamation of "LOOK. MAGIC. SPECIAL FX. YOU LOVE THIS MOVIE." Narrrrgh.
Junior Crouch was not blond. But he had a cool suit when he was briefly not visibly psycho. What's with the tongue thing?
Yeah. Some stuff takes the cake for sheer wtf, but it's an okay adaption, as long as you remember it's no more than that. I don't think the books will ever be good films. But I can enjoy them for all the shiny nerd fun.
I mean, if you ignore that whole prequel for Star Battle, or whatever it's called. I don't know.
Okay, here's the really short version of what I thought of it: Whoosh.
That's right. Whoosh. The whole movie went by so fast I didn't really see what was happening. It was really goddamn long, as is the current trend, but the whole feeling I get when reading Harry Potter (a dreamy, quiet, lazy sort of feeling, especially in the earlier books) was absent. Instead it zoomed and zoomed, mashing the events in the books together until they formed a kind of dark, murky ooze. I was really only watching it to see if I can apply new paint to the people in my head.
And the good news is: I can. Viktor Krum, baby. And surpisingly, Lord Thingy was almost exactly the person I imagined him as, with an exceptionally nifty cloak. Lucius Malfoy will eternally be branded as "THAT GUY WHO IS AN ELF" but he's still so incredibly awesome I'll overlook it. And Snape. Snapey Snapey Snape. Alan Rickman made me like him. I know, I know, he's too old, and all...chunky, but...but...HOW can you not love a guy who raises sarcasm to an artform?
That's right.
You can't.
Rita Skeeter was just...great. I loved all her scenes, "eyes glistening with the ghosts of his past..." the way she talked and looked and all that. Perfect. And the Prefects Bathroom scene is enshrined as one of the funniest things ever.
The stuff that made me go 'buh?' is mostly things that looked wrong. Incredibly wrong, in places. For example - those...hoods. The hoods that are tall and pointy and inspire ridicule rather than fear. Good God, they're horrible. I don't care if they're cunning reference to the KKK (which is about as subtle as a sledgehammer) they're still horrible. Gah. HATE those hoods. HATE HATE HATE.
Also, come on, no Quidditch World Cup? We get, what thirty seconds of flight, mostly given over to panning. Panning which ends at a loud exclamation of "LOOK. MAGIC. SPECIAL FX. YOU LOVE THIS MOVIE." Narrrrgh.
Junior Crouch was not blond. But he had a cool suit when he was briefly not visibly psycho. What's with the tongue thing?
Yeah. Some stuff takes the cake for sheer wtf, but it's an okay adaption, as long as you remember it's no more than that. I don't think the books will ever be good films. But I can enjoy them for all the shiny nerd fun.
