When my daughter was very young, I made the questionable parenting choice to take her to a midnight screening of Ang Lee’s The Hulk. (I’m not sure which was more questionable, the lateness of the hour or the lameness of the movie.) We had a great time and it was the beginning of a tradition of midnight screenings of genre event films. But I’m not as young as I was then, and these things take their toll on a middle-aged schlub like me. Therefore, I’m not going to have a lot to say this morning about Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows, part 2, which I saw just a few short hours ago.
I love the Harry Potter books, having fallen in love with them accidentally while reading to my daughter. They are an amazingly satisfying read for adults as well as kids. I’ve been less impressed with the movies, though I generally like them. As the books got progressively longer and more complex, the movies were confined to their 2-and-a-half hour running time, so that they started to seem like Cliffs Notes versions of the books, only touching on the most important plot points. So even though Warner Brothers’ decision to split the final book into two movies was almost certainly intended only to squeeze more money out of their most lucrative franchise, I think it resulted in better movies too. If they had tried to cram the entire book into a single movie, it would have barely resembled the source.