I had this long thing about bloggers who own multiple blogs with poorly-defined themes and/or borders (seriously, if you run a tech blog and a personal blog, don’t post personal stuff on the tech blog and tech stuff on the personal blog!), but at some point I realised that it was becoming less of a blog post and more of an out-and-out rant. Suffice to say: if you insist on being a serial blogger, have a theme and/or well-defined topic borders, lest you drive me (and other people with an obsessive need for order and tidiness [OCPD, remember?]) crazy1. /rant
Anyway. Moving on.
So: I saw “Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows, Part I” at the 12:01am showing. I’m not ashamed to admit that I wore my Slytherin scarf, hat, and socks and my Dark Mark pendant. Yes, I’m a twenty-five year old adult, but yes, I love me some Harry Potter.
I’ve been a (initially secret) fan since early 2002, shortly after the first film was released. I was sixteen. When each book was released, I bought it, read it, and loved it. When each film was released, I watched it, loved it, and later bought it on DVD (and, later, would rebuy it on Blu-ray). Of course, as this all happened, I was growing older — and up. When the final book, “The Deathly Hallows,” was released in late 2007, I was twenty-two. I was an adult. Many (far too many) would say that I was too old to be reading the series then and am far too old to still be enjoying the series and fandom now. My response to those who tell me this is always as follows (generally verbatim — say it enough times and it becomes a script): “You think I’m too old to enjoy what you consider a “childish” series. I think you take life — and yourself — more seriously than I do, and would wager that there’s more joy to be found in my life than in yours. One of us is likely wrong. I’m willing to be that it’s not me.”
Defensive rant accomplished, I loved the film. The theatre was packed (and sold out, as was to be expected — yay for buying tickets online in advance!), and most around me seemed to be in their late teens and early 20s. This, I’d guess, was likely due to the time (after midnight on a school night), but it was reassuring to me all the same. It should go without saying that I do have a few issues with the film (I always do), but they’re likely ones shared by most others who’ve read the series: Pettigrew film-vs-book, the poorly-done shaky-camera scene, unnecessary Harry/Hermione moments. Other than those few issues, though, I thought it was done quite well. I must admit, I was rather annoyed when it was initially revealed that DH would be split into two films, but now, after having seen Part I, I can’t even fathom how they could have covered the entire book in one film, at least without a four+ hour runtime.
I’m also pleased to say that roughly 45-50% (guesstimate) of the others in the theatre were dressed up in some way, mostly in House apparel. Most seemed to be Gryffindors (to be expected, the do-gooders) and Ravenclaws, but there were quite a few Hufflepuffs. There weren’t terribly many other Slytherins, I’m sad to say, but those of us that were there did some networking. I’d actually consider myself a Slytherclaw — intelligent and creative, and a geek through-and-through, but rather cunning and, at my worst moments, a bit underhanded and mischievous (always with the greater good in mind, of course! ) — but it’s been rather difficult to find Slytherclaw garb, so when pressed, I’m a Slytherin. There are intelligent and geeky Slytherins, after all, but few sneaky and/or deceptive Ravenclaws. Besides, I love my Death Eaters (especially Lucius, Bellatrix, and Severus!2) too much to be a true Ravenclaw.