hp7.2

Hans and I went to the HP7.2 premiere! After weeks (okay, months. Okay, years!) of anticipation, the night finally arrived: the amazing, sad, beautiful, terrible, wonderful ending to my childhood.


sleepy Hans and dork-faced me at the premiere

We arrived hours early, armed with chocolates and candies (we need sugar to stay up late; we're oldies), and sat in the lobby reading Deathly Hallows until the moment came. Hans was right when he said the buzzing nervousness felt just like the fearful excitement of climbing the tallest hill of a roller coaster.


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On Deathly Hallows Part 2, I can say I loved it. There were some little parts I didn't like, mostly having to do with what felt like choppy editing, but nonetheless the final film was incredible. Every actor gave a great performance, especially Alan Rickman, who has always done justice to my favorite character, Snape. And the film had me falling more in love with Neville Longbottom than even the book did (and trust me, in the book when Neville rises to such heroics, my heart throbs). I definitely cried more than I have ever, ever cried at any movie. Basically from Death Number 1 to the last death the film shows (we know whose that is!), I was sobbing. Sobbing! Movies don't usually get me like that! But this is more than a movie, these characters live in my heart and soul, damn it. Sobs and sniffles could be heard throughout the theater at the midnight premiere. It was touching, really. And, true to my dorky character, less than 24 hours after the premiere I was back at the theater seeing the film again (no lies: I will probably do so many more times). I have to see it more than once to get a proper analysis! And my analysis is that Deathly Hallows parts 1 & 2 are the best films in the series since The Sorcerer's Stone, and thank goodness, because how bad would it be if they messed up the ending?!