What I like most about the Harry Potter movies, is that while they stay accurate to the books, they either leave out parts that Rowling takes too long with, or cut them down significantly. For instance, in the book The Deathly Hallows, I thought Harry, Ron and Hermione spent way too long in the middle of the nowhere with a tent.
Unfortunately, I felt the exact same way about The Deathly Hallows Part I, the movie. I found the first 30 minutes and last 30 minutes to be riveting, but like Anthony Lane of The New Yorker, much of the middle was just a little too long for me. I got bored. I even went to the bathroom.
The director did his best to not drag it out by infusing the middle with as much teen angst as possible. Will Hermione stop being mad at Ron and start loving him? Is there something going on between Harry and Hermione? Can Harry dance? (It was a cute scene, but by then I was yawning into my popcorn.)
But truthfully, I found this movie somewhat disappointing. Maybe it’s because I’d rewatched most of the other movies in the weeks prior. (Those movies really kept me on the edge of my seat the entire time.) Unfortunately, as much as I adore everything Harry Potter, it did not live up to my expectation.
My final grade is a B-, with fervent hopes that the final installation of the Harry Potter saga raises the bar.
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A little over a week ago, the baby came home with a horrendous cold. She gave it to me, and it became a horrendous cough. I haven’t slept more than 4 hours a night since before Thanksgiving. The weird thing is, the baby’s been sleeping 13-15 hours a night with this cold. Is there some bizarre sleeping rule I’m not aware of, where one family can’t average more than a certain amount of sleep?