Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows Part 2 (2011)
I’ve never been a big fan of Harry Potter although for all intents and purposes I’ve read (more appropriately skimmed) Books 1 up to 7. As for the movie versions, I’ve seen Daniel Radcliffe grow from a puny kid to an adolescent version of that puny kid but now with unruly chest hair that can rival yours truly (
They just had to show that, didn’t they, especially with what Harry was up to in-between takes?) with the exception of the last installment’s first half (read as Part 1). I really don’t know what I was doing at that time why I missed such a supposed must-see movie, but come to think of it, I really don’t care. For me, watching the latest Harry Potter over the past decade is similar to some buying this season’s Havaianas: it’s just a misguided attempt to “fit-in.”
I have to commend J.K. Rowling for coming up with a book that really defined a generation. Moreover, I do believe her works have directly or indirectly increased literacy or interest in literature at this time and age of Facebook and Twitter (Google+ notwithstanding.) If she ever gets awarded a Nobel Prize for Literature well by all means do so. However, as what you can prolly surmise from the fact that although I have seen the movie way earlier than majority of this movie-going world, Harry Potter, even to the very end, was never my cup of tea.
I see Harry Potter or, more specifically, this last installment, as reminiscent of Star Wars or The Dark Knight. I would like to believe it’s all about the good guys, but where would these franchises be without Darth Vader and The Joker, respectively? This is why although I feel happy to see Daniel Radcliffe and the gang mature (to a fault, if we were to look at the extremely interesting yet somewhat laughable older versions of themselves into the last pages slash minutes of the film), and yes I do feel bad seeing Remus Lupin and Nymphadora Tonks in their deathly poses, and yes I do feel sad for Severus Snape, I think HP7P2 is actually a Lord Voldemort movie. Maybe it’s the reason why Fiona Weir ensured that nobody less than Ralph Fiennes himself take-on the challenging role of He-Who-Cannot-Be-Easily-Cast. Cuteness and heartwrenching drama, after all, can only do so much. You need the Dark Lord, Bellatrix Lestrange, and the rest of the Death Eaters to ensure a movie to become twice as fun and magically brilliant.
Now what in the world are we gonna wait for next year?