LE BLEURGH OF LOVE. LIGHTNING HAS STRUCK.
Oh my goddddd.
Last night was possibly the best first midnight showing experience I could have ever hoped to have. The friend I was driving in with told me she was going as Bellatrix at the last minute, so I went FUCK IT, and went as Trelawney. Brushed my hair to make it twice its normal size (which is in no way small--i made it an active part of my movie-going experience to make sure my hair was not in other peoples' seats), tied a shimmering scarf in it, threw on a dark blue green shirt with poof sleeves, approx five necklaces (one of which was Dean's amulet HAHAHAHAHA), floofy multi-colored skirt and purple tights and brown clogs, and an old pair of glasses I popped the lenses out of. \O/
When we first pulled up the line was stretched around the building and I couldn't see a single costume until we got closer. My friend's friends had got there an hour before us and were literally at the front of the line, and there were Harrys and Hagrids and Hermiones and Rons, guys dressed in burlap sacks that said DOBBY and KREATURE, 16-year-old boys dressed as Hagrid, middle-aged ladies dressed as Umbridge. I saw a phoenix AND a golden snitch, and someone made an exact replica of Luna's Gryffindor lion head. *_____*
I was kind of :| because my ticket wasn't for the same showing my friend's was for, but when they let us in they didn't CHECK, and again with the FUCK IT, DIDN'T CARE, if they wanted to call me on it I would leave but seriously, I think there was a lot of shuffling happening and we weren't there for the IMAX 3D experience. And because we were at the front (and I do mean the front) we got the row with the bar, the first row up from the floor, smack dab in the fucking middle.
*gleefists*
And then the show. UGH, the show. The only movie I cried more at was P.S. I Love You, which you seriously can not judge me for, okay, I was a wreck. Oh God, just. This whole movie. Flawless cinematography, acting, CGI (SERIOUSLY, THE CGI), just--everything. EVERYTHING.
AND SNAPE. GOD, SNAPE. SNAPE HAS GOTTEN ALL THE SHORT STICKS, HIS ENTIRE LIFE. WHAT IS IT THAT DUMBLEDOR SAID, "PITY THOSE WHO LIVE WITHOUT LOVE?" ALL SNAPE EVER WANTED WAS TO BE LOVED. YOU KNOW WHAT, HARRY, AT LEAST YOUR PARENTS LOVED YOU. AT LEAST LILLY LOVED YOU. DID YOU EVER HAVE TO KILL THE GREATEST WIZARD FOR GOOD IN THE WORLD? NO. DID YOU HAVE TO CONTINUALLY BETRAY THE TRUST OF FRIENDS, PUT UP THIS FRONT SO THAT EVERYONE DESPISED YOU, KNOWING WITH ALL LIKELIHOOD YOU WERE GOING TO DIE AND NO ONE WOULD EVEN MOURNE YOUR PASSING, NO ONE HAS EVER GIVEN A FLYING TOSS FOR SEVERUS SNAPE, NOT HIS PARENTS, NOT LILLY, NOT EVEN DUMBLEDOR, WHO PLAYED EVERYONE LIKE A GIANT CHESS SET, LIKE THEIR LIVES MATTERED EXACTLY AS MUCH AS WHAT DUMBLEDOR COULD USED THEM FOR.
ALAN RICKMAN, I WANT TO HAVE YOUR BABIES. T________________________T
Hoo. Okay. Calming down. McGonnagall, oh, Maggie Smith, I love you. A lot. JOHN HURT AS THE VOICE OF THE DRAGON IN MERLIN DID ANYONE ELSE NOTICE THAT idk maybe we were supposed to already know, but WOOT for Olivander!
I can't talk about Fred. I really, really can't. That whole scene is where I lost it. All over my face.
The epilogue still felt meh to me, but that could be my overlying actualfax resentment that dear old JK wrote that Draco was going bald. UNNECESSARY, JK. What, the poor guy hasn't gone through enough mind-fucking you gotta make him worry about his receding hairline? Also everyone seemed to be agified except Hermione, but she is the best witch Hogwarts has ever seen or whatever, so. I guess that makes sense. BUT WHATEVER.
ABERFORTH WORE A KILT TO BATTLE. TELL ME Y'ALL SAW THAT.
I AM OPPERATING ON ABOUT FOUR HOURS OF SLEEP AND POST-MOVIE HIGH, LALALALALA AND I LOVE YOU.
from HERE
UNLESS I BLACKED OUT AND MISSED THIS PART I JUST HAVE TO SAY HELLS YEAH FOR EXTRACURRICULAR CROSS-DRESSING, SIR. \O/
EVERYTHING IS MAGIC AND ONLY HURTS LIKE A LIMB REMOVED. 8'D