I'm A Little Dismayed...
Jul. 6th, 2011 04:49 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
teddy_radiator...at how I'm not looking forward to DH2. Yes, I know it's just a movie, and I know the characters are fictional, but it is a little more about me (isn't everything where I'm concerned? lol).
I came to Potter late. I had never even read the books until about a month before the movie premiered in England, where I was living at the time. I fell in love with the story, with it's downward spiral from jolly white hats vs. black hats morality play to apocalyptic Armageddon.
I watched the films with increasing frustration, knowing they would be inferior, but hoping they wouldn't completely sell out to Hollywood, and slowly realised that was going to happen whether I wanted it to or not. You don't spend that much money on a film without giving the investors what they want.
And it's not just about the inconsistencies, the diversions so far away from what we call 'canon' as to almost be parody. It's the feeling that the end is going be a bang then a whimper. I can't help but feel that we're going to get three hours of wham, bam, thank you ma'am special effects, five minutes of emotions milked from us with a liberal use of John Williams' string section, then we proceed out, deciding whether or not to keep our 3-d specs as a memento, because that's about the only happy memory we're going to be left with.
Sorry to sound so cynical; I'm not one to indulge in true citric cynicism, but I think they've got me by the short and curlies on this film; I have to go and see the last film of a series of films I've doggedly defended since Philosopher's Stone, and I can't make myself believe I'm going to like it.
I came to fanfiction very late; do you realise that their has been HP fanfic for almost ten years and I've only been involved in it for less than one? I feel cheated. I feel like I've just gotten aboard the best car on the train just before it pulls into the station. I hope a few of you plan on staying on the train with me - we've surely got a few more stops to make before they decommission the bastard.
I came to Potter late. I had never even read the books until about a month before the movie premiered in England, where I was living at the time. I fell in love with the story, with it's downward spiral from jolly white hats vs. black hats morality play to apocalyptic Armageddon.
I watched the films with increasing frustration, knowing they would be inferior, but hoping they wouldn't completely sell out to Hollywood, and slowly realised that was going to happen whether I wanted it to or not. You don't spend that much money on a film without giving the investors what they want.
And it's not just about the inconsistencies, the diversions so far away from what we call 'canon' as to almost be parody. It's the feeling that the end is going be a bang then a whimper. I can't help but feel that we're going to get three hours of wham, bam, thank you ma'am special effects, five minutes of emotions milked from us with a liberal use of John Williams' string section, then we proceed out, deciding whether or not to keep our 3-d specs as a memento, because that's about the only happy memory we're going to be left with.
Sorry to sound so cynical; I'm not one to indulge in true citric cynicism, but I think they've got me by the short and curlies on this film; I have to go and see the last film of a series of films I've doggedly defended since Philosopher's Stone, and I can't make myself believe I'm going to like it.
I came to fanfiction very late; do you realise that their has been HP fanfic for almost ten years and I've only been involved in it for less than one? I feel cheated. I feel like I've just gotten aboard the best car on the train just before it pulls into the station. I hope a few of you plan on staying on the train with me - we've surely got a few more stops to make before they decommission the bastard.
