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That was perhaps the most emotionally exhaustive thing I have put myself through in recent years.  I know, I know, it’s just a movie, but I’ve talked to several of my friends and they said the exact same thing.  It can’t mean that we’re all crazy right?  (Don’t answer that).

After twelve years of reading and watching and nitpicking and obsessing and sporting swag, I don’t think it is surprising that I’m so emotionally invested in the characters and the story.  That’s a long time to care about anything.  Heck, I’ve known marriages that haven’t lasted that long.  The fact that I had been bouncing around like a five year old jacked up on sugar all week because I was excited, and had consumed copious amounts of caffeine to stay awake the night of should probably also be taken into account as contributors to the emotional exhaustion.

Anyways, that has nothing really to do with the movie, but just my mental state now that it’s over.  HOLY BANANAS IT IS OVER (and I’m okay with that… I think).  I felt it was worth commenting on as I try to put everything into perspective.

I simply need to say that the movie was amazing.  It is by far my favourite (Goblet of Fire still holds a special place in my heart as it’s my favourite book and movie excluding Deathly Hallows (book) and Part II (movie)).  The 2 hour 10 minute timing was nice as well as I did have to get up for work.

The film itself was fast paced, and though I spent the last hour or so in tears, I did calm down after they show the major characters that die.  (No I won’t say who, if you are a person who lives under a rock and haven’t read the books I won’t ruin it but seriously, why the hell haven’t you read the books??! )  I only calmed down because I knew WHAT happened in the end.  By then I was excited and thrilled and on the edge of my seat.

As with any movie adaptation there are things I could nitpick, things that I wanted to see but that were omitted, and things that could have been explained better.  That being said, I’m not going to nitpick.  It doesn’t at all detract from the final product, which is truly a credit to both the original story and to the actors who have grown into their roles.  I will however discuss the parts I loved…

*SPOILER*

MAGGIE SMITH (aka Professor McGonagall) I LOVE YOU.  Is anyone else pleased to see her in this film, finally (after being shelved for the better part of the last films for plot/pacing reasons) getting her due and showing just how accomplished and frankly bad ass she is?

KISSYFACE.  Ron and Hermione, it’s about damn time.  I didn’t get my favourite line (Oi, there’s a war going on here!) but that’s okay, at least I got the kiss.

Neville Longbottom.  Oh Nevs, I’ve loved you since the first book.  You got your moment, had the best comedic moments, you embodied Gryffindor, YOU OWNED what your house represents, and for that sir you should be commended. Oh, and you did destroy a horcrux, good work!  (P.S. My inner fan girl wants to know if anyone saw how smoking hot he looked at the premiere, srsly.  Did you know they had him wear fake teeth to get the buck tooth look?!).

*END SPOILER*

Okay, I’m sure I could continue to wax poetically about this story but I’ll refrain.  This is a 5 star rating.  Go see it and experience on the big screen.  It’s worth it.  A fitting ending to a much loved series.

Oh, and thank you to every single fan that was in the auditorium with me.  (Our AMC Lowes has 21 screens and every single one was sold out!) Your cheers, applause, gasps and tears contributed to the viewing experience and made it one of a kind.  This is why I attend midnight shows, because YOU understand exactly what I’m feeling and revel in it with me.

 

Misc. rambles, etc.:

  • Paying for the ‘preferred’ seating at Lowes was worth it.  No fighting to find a good seat was winning.
  • I got a diet coke when I ordered a coke zero at the concession stand.   *grumpy face*
  • I slept for over 4 hours on Sunday, and went to bed 3 hours early the same night, clearly I needed lots of recovery time.
  • I loved the texts I got from everyone about the film, thank you! ❤
  • I promised pictures of my mask.  See below.

Step One:  Spray Paint Silver

 

Step Two/Three:  Draw the Design in pencil, over lay in black.  (I used a paint pen).

Step Four:  Kill all muggles and mudbloods.  Oh, and don’t be lazy and upload cellphone pictures instead of nice ones.  *shifty cough*

I am the type of person who likes structure.  Who plans and nitpicks and re-plans and comes up with various contingency plans in case something goes wrong.  No, I’m not a stick in the mud; *cough*anal retentive*cough* I just like to be prepared.  Why then, with less than 30 hours before the new Harry Potter premiere did I decide I needed to change my costume?  Because I absolutely bonkers.  Clearly.

On my way home from work there is a costume shop.  They are advertising Harry Potter ‘stuff’ is 20% off.  I pulled in just to scope it out yesterday, not realizing they were closed.  (This shop seriously has the WORST hours ever).  In the window they had three death eater costumes.   I got to thinking, how fun it would be to show up as a death eater and surprise everyone who thought I’d be attending as Ginny Weasley Romilda Vane.  (Don’t get me started on why *I* couldn’t be Ginny Weasley, I am bitter over this because yes, HP is SERIOUS BUSINESS so stfu and stop mocking me IT ISN’T JUST A MOVIE GOSH).

I called my friend Anna, (who sucks because she went to California and will NOT be seeing the midnight premiere with me) gushing over the idea.  Anna encouraged me.  I love her for this reason.  Oh, and also because if she were with me she’d be dressed as Bellatrix and would look like an utter rock star.  /continues story

I stopped at Party City and looked for a cloak to wear.  Found none.  Went to Joann’s, looked at patterns and fabric to make one then finally ended up at Walmart, where I bought black bed sheets.  Oh, I got a white party mask, some silver spray paint and a paint pen to create the mask at Joann’s but that was actually the least of my worries, the mask was easy-peasey.

I got home and began working on the mask, and told my mother my plan to somehow convert bed sheets into a hooded cloak.  God bless her, she agreed to help me and actually ended up making the whole thing for me.  I had figured I’d be on my own.  Plus she had a head cold and was feeling pretty miserable, so her help was even MORE appreciated.  You gotta love that she was indulging my particular brand o’crazy.  We googled something resembling instructions and she got to work.  It took her about three hours but when we were done we had a hooded cloak.

I’ll throw on some black pants and t-shirt, the cloak and my mask and I’ll be the baddest DE around.  Oh, and I’ll have my wand and requisite dark mark on my arm.  I just really hope it can be washed off before I go to work tomorrow; I don’t particularly relish trying to explain it at a meeting tomorrow afternoon.  I also can’t remember which arm the mark is supposed to be on.  I’m thinking it goes on the left arm, but I’m left handed so drawing this could be tricky.  If I had more time, I probably would have bought a pattern for a cloak and had a nicer version made, I’d also have roughed up the mask a bit more and done some more texturizing/patina but for one night of use I’m content.

So… on that note, I am nearly ready to head off to the premiere.  Camera is ready!

The boy who lived.

Posted: July 10, 2011 in general thoughts
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There are things that change your life.  Marriage for instance, or having a baby… not that I see either of those things happening to me in the foreseeable future…  but that’s not the point of today’s post.  Today, I am unleashing my inner fan girl and I’m going to talk about Harry Potter, because yes, “the boy who lived” changed my life.  The books introduced me to an entire new world, allowed me to make wonderful new friends (all across the country!) and helped me to become a much better writer.  It reinvigorated my imagination and is some of the best “page-turner” writing I’ve ever read.

As most everyone probably knows, the final installment in the HP movie franchise will be released this Friday and after Friday it will officially be over.  (I’m not sure how I feel about pottermore exactly, so at the moment Friday is the end for me, I don’t know if this community JKR is creating will actually do anything to extend the series that for me (sadly) is coming to a close).

I will be seeing a midnight showing with a group of 40 or so people, and I will be in costume as will most everyone in the group.  I told a few people this, co-workers for instance and they seem to think I’m nutters.  They do NOT understand it at all, my NEED to see this film at midnight, surrounded by other HP lovers.  On many levels that saddens me.  I first read the books in 7th or 8th grade and was utterly addicted.  All through high school and college I attended book launch parties and midnight premiers and was in seventh heaven at each one.  Surrounded by people and fans who loved the characters as much as I did, who wanted to go to Hogwarts and put on that sorting hat, who could recite their favorite lines for you from memory… how could you NOT want to be a part of that?  It’s a once in a lifetime moment!   As for the dressing up… I’m all for dramatics.  If it makes it more fun then why not do it?  It’s certainly not hurting anything and doesn’t make me a daft ninny.

That being said, I’m not sure what else I wanted to accomplish in this post, but HP means enough to me that I felt it necessary to write something about it.  I’m so sad its ending, excited for the final film (goose bumps every time I see a trailer on TV) and hope that you are out there enjoying HP that night so you don’t miss out on the once in a lifetime moment.

I won’t be posting Thursday, except perhaps to show off my costume.  A review and pictures from the premier will be up Friday evening when I get home from work.  I’ll leave you with my favorite quote from Goblet of Fire:  “It’s a strange thing, but when you are dreading something, and would give anything to slow down time, it has a disobliging habit of speeding up.” 

Depending upon the time of the year, I have to watch a certain film.  For instance, at Christmas I don’t want to watch It’s a Wonderful Life, I want to watch National Lampoon’s Christmas Vacation (Shitter’s Full).  During Halloween I want to watch Hocus Pocus, and anything involving zombies.  During the summer… Well, I’ve got to watch a few films in order for it to feel properly like summer.  In no particular order, my top 5 summer films I watch year in and year out:

1.  Major League

Wild Thing is rocking some slick frames.

I love me a good baseball movie.  (Hey did you hear that the Pirates are above 500 and 1.5 games out of first place?!  It’s been YEARS since they’ve played well.  I’m not a fair weather fan, I watch the Buccos even when the were blowing chunks but it’s nice to go to the game and catch a few wins… anywhoo…BACK TO THE BLOG).  In particular Major League is my favourite baseball movie (though props need to go to The Sandlot  and Rookie of the Year featuring crazy teeth himself, Gary Busey).  Major League features Charlie Sheen as “Wild Thing” (pre Torpedo of Truth days) as well as Wesley Snipes and Bob Uecker as the loveable announcer.  It’s an 80’s movie to be sure, but the gags in it are just as funny today as they were back when I first saw it.  It makes me want to head on down to the ball park and boo the Indians (as a Pittsburgher I have a hatred of all things Cleveland… Never mind the fact that Cleveland swept my beloved Buccos when they in Cleveland back in June  -_-).

2.  Independence Day

How's it sit, pretty cunning don'tcha think?

This is a story all about how my life got flipped turned upside down, it’ll only take a minute just sit right there and I’ll tell you how aliens blew up the White House and the Fresh Prince and Bill Pullman saved the day.  Seriously, how can you NOT want to watch Independence Day?  It also helps that it typically plays around the 4th of July.  We kick some alien booty.  It also is the first time I remember seeing one of my favourite actors in a film.  (Adam Baldwin aka Jayne Cobb from Firefly).  Cookies to the person who can tell me who he plays in the film WITHOUT using IMDB.   Oh, and let’s not forget the always amusing Randy Quaid and Jeff Goldblum.

3.  Meatballs

Released in 1979, I wasn’t even born when Bill Murray was out in the woods in this campy (PUN!) movie.  Murray plays a camp councilor who leads a rag tag bunch of misfits in an Olympic-type game of challenge against a rival camp.  I shouldn’t love this movie but I do.  Heck, I’ll even watch the sequels if they are on TV.  It reminds me of those summers long ago when I went to camp.  I only wish my music camp had been as awesome as this one.  Do kids even go to summer camp anymore?  It was all the rage during my middle school years, now I don’t know any kids who go.

4.  Wet Hot American Summer

Best Counselors Ever.

I know, I know… two camp movies on the list?  Shaddup.  This film is fairly new (it’s only 10 years old I believe) but it’s perhaps one of the best ‘worst’ movies I’ve ever seen.  If you’ve not indulged in watching this gem, it is available on Netflix.  Let me run through the cast list for you:  Janeane Garofalo, David Hyde Pierce, Michael Ian Black, Paul Rudd, Molly Shannon, Ken Marino, Amy Poehler, Elizabeth Banks AND Bradley Cooper.  Oh, and Marguerite Moreau (you might know her as Connie from the Might Ducks films)!  There are too many of them for me to put in all the links but you’ve got to admit that is an ALL STAR cast.   There are so many things I love in this movie.  Michael Ian Black and Bradley Cooper have a ‘commitment’ ceremony on the edge of the lake, and sex in one of the storage sheds.  Paul Rudd though is the best.  He cheats on”Connie  and is an all around douche.  He is busy making out with Elizabeth Banks and lets a kid drown.   I won’t tell you what he does to the drowned kids ‘swim buddy’ you’ll have to watch it and see for yourself.

5.  Jaws

Nothing makes you want to go jump in the ocean more than Jaws does right?  Oh sure, Discovery Channel has bought into the whole ‘sharks are scary awesome’ idea with Shark Week, but nothing is as awesome as Spielberg’s 1975 classic.  Let’s not forget that it also stars Roy Scheider (not to be confused with Rob Schneider) who played Captain Bridger on SeaQuest.  SeaQuest was like crack when I was growing up… I NEVER missed an episode.  Let’s not forget the Jaws soundtrack.  Two notes on a tuba, that’s all it took to make a villain.  DUH-DUH.  DUH-DUH-DUH.

So…  I watched Firefly last night.  A mini marathon if you will.  Why?  Because it was one of many things I would have rather done than write a review of Monte Carlo.  That is what was slated for yesterday’s Sunday post.  In fact, I’ve composed a list of five things I’d rather do than write this Monte Carlo review.

  1.  Write an epic haiku about bumblebees
  2. Attempt to preform brain surgery on myself with a power drill
  3. Pour gasoline over my head and light a match
  4. Learn how to make my own peanut butter
  5. Do the gallon challenge

Fine.  I’ll stop procrastinating and write it.  GOSH.

I should preface this by saying I am often forced to see really, REALLY bad movies.  My sister, who puts up with my requests to see movies she doesn’t necessarily enjoy, in turn forces me to sit through utter crap (ie. romantic comedies and teenybopper films, oh and Twilight *shudder* I DREW THE LINE AT SEEING THE LAST SONG).  That’s not to say I’ve hated everything she’s forced me to sit through (I really liked Letters to Juliet) just that my tolerance for these sorts of films has been waning as I’ve gotten older.   I still have favourites (10 Things I Hate About You, How to Lose a Guy and so on and so forth) and I love campy films.  Films so bad they are good.  Monte Carlo was not campy, it was just two hours of my life I will never get back, and frankly, that just makes me angry.  YOU WOULDN’T LIKE ME WHEN I’M ANGRY.  *hulks out*

BLUCK

Gratuitous picture of Bluck (Blair+Chuck=Bluck). Ed Westwick wears the oddest clothing ever!

The film stars Selena Gomez from Disney Channel, Leighton Meester who plays Blair Waldorf on Gossip Girl and some girl I didn’t recognize.  She was the one who was dating Finn Hudson, Glee’s Cory Monteith in the film, and was basically a step above white trash.  She was a high school dropout who is presumable in her early (I’d say late because I’m mean like that) 20’s who is best friend is a 17 year old girl.  Creepy right?  Do you think it’s even creepier that they are shacking up and going to Paris for a week?  I did.  I didn’t find her “aww shucks, it’ll be okay, life is grand” demeanor to be anything but irritating.  She did wear cute shoes though.  As my college roommate will tell you, shoes will make or break a film.

Anyways, Mommy and Daddy Gomez decided they didn’t trust Selena and Finn’s girlfriend alone in Paris so they send along Selena’s step-sister Blair Waldorf for the week.  If you’ve ever watched Gossip Girl (I’ll admit I have, it’s like a trashy soap opera or a telenovella WHICH I LOVE and am not ashamed to admit) you know that Blair Waldorf has a great big stick up her bum.  Well in this movie she’s basically Blair Waldorf BUT WORSE.  How is that even possible?!   How can that stick get any bigger?  [Insert your own Chuck Bass jokes here].

They get to Paris, their tour sucks, and they bitch and moan and are all “woe is me” because of it.  Apparently they’ve never heard of public transit, taxis or the fact that just because they paid for a tour, they are in no way obligated to ‘tour’ with the bus.  They can do whatever they please as they have a room and it isn’t changing for the week they are there so they don’t need to worry about being left behind in any one local.  SUCK IT UP, BUY A TOUR BOOK AND EXPLORE ON YOUR OWN.  GOSH.  Oh, and did I mention that Blair speaks perfect French?  That makes navigating even easier.  (My own trip to Europe would have benefited from this… I was in a new city every other night so I HAD to stay on my tour bus or not have a place to sleep for the night.  I also didn’t have anyone with me who spoke Spanish or Portuguese).

Well they get separated from their bus, run into a swank hotel and Selena is mistaken for a British

This is what 'Evil' heiress Selena Gomez looked like.

heiress.  She is shipped off to Monte Carlo for the week after deciding it would be fun to play dress up and masquerade as this girl.  Never mind the fact that identity theft is a real crime.  What follows are each of the girl’s stories about how they meet the perfect guy and fall in love.  In the case of Blair Waldorf she meets a scrumptious Australian who teaches her how to remove the stick from her bum.  Selena falls in love with an equally attractive French guy whose father owns the foundation the REAL heiress is making a donation of a priceless necklace too.  Oh… and Texas white trash realizes that the ‘high life’ isn’t for her and Finn is what she wants.  Rachel Berry is not amused.

You would think that with a name like Monte Carlo, you’d be treated to fabulous views of the country, fantastic clothes, the wealthy and elite.  You got very little of that, aside from the hotel room the girls are in for the week.  That would have made the movie at least bearable.  Have I made it clear how much I dislike to movie?  Had it been one girls love story, and had the other two remained the quirky sidekicks, I’d have probably enjoyed myself more.  They just spent the entire film developing three love stories, all in detail, which made the film drag ON and ON and ON and ON.  Oh, and the secret “twist” [SPOILER ALERT] to the film about how they get discovered and why… is that the necklace that is being donated to charity by the witchy heiress gets lost.  They admit what they’ve done and there are no legal ramifications.  In a real world they’d have been locked up for years.  Granted the necklace reappears at the last minute, so they can return it, but it’s still theft and identity fraud!

That’s my rant.  1 out of 5.  There is nothing redeeming about this film.  It’s predictable, slow paced and the whinging of the characters make you want to punch babies in the face.   Note:  I do not condone punching babies in the face.

Addendum:  My sister was very upset that in the Cars 2 review I did not point out that the fishing boat the the beginning of the film that drops Michael Caine’s character off on an oil rig was played by the Deadliest Catch ship captain Sig.  (The boat was also named the Northwestern which is the boat Captain Sig helms).