Movie Review (Of Sorts: Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows Part II, or, So That Was Intense

I just got back from seeing the last Harry Potter a bit ago, and to my surprise it was probably the most intensely emotional cinematic experience I've ever had--and I'm partially regretful I didn't go to the Thursday midnight show for this reason because I can only imagine the energy there would have been even more pumped up. I mean, I have never been to a film before where EVERYONE was crying before. You could hear it, the people around you sniffling and squeaking and whimpering and all of those noises. The high school/young college guys behind me (I'm not sure how old they were, but definitely something in the 17-19 range) who had been acting "too cool" prior to the beginning of the film lost it the most. One of them actually dropped his popcorn and you could hear the carton of it hit the floor and the popcorn scatter, that was how discombobulated he was. I held on until the resurrection stone scene, and then when Harry asked Sirius if it was going to hurt, I lost it and I cried for a while. I calmed down just in time and then when Neville made his speech I lost it all. over. again.

So. Yeah. Intense.

ANYWAY. My copy of A Dance of Dragons just arrived in the mail in addition to 84 Charing Cross from Netflix. I am torn between which first.