on the last harry potter film, gifts, and goodbyes
Jaykie and I went to Greenbelt last night for the last full show of Deathly Hallows.
I couldn't resist the new Mary Grace restaurant!
(Sorry for the low-res, cell phone shots.)
Beautiful, beautiful interior. I want a house filled with pretty trinkets.
Jaykie and his new iPhone.
Dinner!
Spicy lemon scampi and apple cinnamon honey iced tea
Now full, we're ready for the movie.
The bulk of the story is in the first part, so this is mostly all action sequences. This is the shortest film in the franchise (a little more than two hours), with the least convoluted storyline. It's a quest. Voldemort, the evil wizard, cut up his soul sevenways, and Harry and Co. has to find the objects containing pieces of his soul (the Horcruxes) and destroy them, so Voldemort himself can be destroyed. I believe this particular installment actually improved on its source material. Rowling's narrative style makes it impossible for me to picture the fight scenes, and because of this, the character deaths felt gratuitous. In the film version, the deaths are more effective, more moving (a couple who can't quite reach other during the fighting end up side by side on the floor filled with the bodies of the dead, their hands still not touching) and of course the visual medium is perfect for the chase scenes and wand wars. It's also nostalgic. I missed seeing Gringotts and the Chamber of Secrets, and I was glad to see them in this movie. The special effects have improved - the detail on the goblins' faces looked crisp and real onscreen - and the scenes are beautifully shot. It's a fitting end to a decade of adaptations.
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Last day at the office. Got lovely messages on Facebook and through text (hi Ate Julie!) and got this card today from Ate Abi. :)
rose quartz and amethyst - para swerte raw sa love life at career!
This is not a going-away gift because he's not an office mate, haha, but thanks so much for this Charles:
(giddy)
My Research kapatids shot a video inspired by Pretty Little Liars -
but that we'll keep to ourselves.
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That's (almost) four years of laughter and more nervous, stress-driven laughter. I will miss these guys.