I'm Hoooo-ooooome!
Okay, so I've been home for at least 18 hours. I'm just a lazy, lazy journaler.
As it turns out, people did indeed dress up for the movie. Lots of people! I had no idea there were that many people in my town who owned Hogwarts uniforms.
I even managed to get a picture of a wizard in the process of dissapparating!
Probably anyone who is in the habit of going to movies when they open could have told me that there would be costumes, but I usually avoid movies until they have been open for some time, because I am a crochety old hermit and I don't like crowds. But there were also lots of people who didn't dress up, so at least I didn't stick out like a sore thumb. (Except for when I demonstrated how my crow call works and a large segment of line burst out laughing and one of the people I came with edged away and loudly proclaimed that she didn't know me, I mean.)
There were, as I had suspected there might be, a number of people wearing tall wizard hats (including, for some reason, the one that Mickey Mouse wore in Fantasia) but all of them got sorted into different theaters than me, so I can only speculate on their behavior once they were in their seats.
Originally, Harry Potter was going to be showing on three screens last night, but there was so much demand that they had to keep adding theaters. There were six when I last heard. The theaters were also labelled with House names, and the two Gryffindors I was with were a little discomfited when we ended up in a Ravenclaw theater. I tried not to gloat. Much.
There was a quick costume contest right before the previews. A Harry in school uniform and a Ron in quidditch uniform looked uncannily like the real thing. I swear the Ron had Rupert Grint's exact hair. They yelled that they were best friends IN REAL LIFE too, but that may have been a ploy to win free movie passes.
I enjoyed the movie lots. It was enormously condensed, of course, but it would have to be given the length of the book. (And it's been over a year since I read the book anyway, so I'm sure that helped me not to feel nitpick-y.)
I will admit that I never quite got the Snape thing until the end of the series, but now Alan Rickman is breaking my heart. Argh!
(It probably doesn't help that I re-watched Sense and Sensibility a few months ago. He is absolutely crushing as Colonel Brandon.)
I didn't cry when Dumbledore died, but that is only because I am DEAD INSIDE. Otherwise his "Severus, please!" followed by that fast, hard "Avada Kedavra!" would certainly have done it.
I was also reminded for about the millionth time of how much I love Maggie Smith. She doesn't have a huge part in this one, but it isn't just this particular movie that needs more Maggie Smith. It's everything.
And that, I think, is all I have to say about that.
As it turns out, people did indeed dress up for the movie. Lots of people! I had no idea there were that many people in my town who owned Hogwarts uniforms.
I even managed to get a picture of a wizard in the process of dissapparating!
Probably anyone who is in the habit of going to movies when they open could have told me that there would be costumes, but I usually avoid movies until they have been open for some time, because I am a crochety old hermit and I don't like crowds. But there were also lots of people who didn't dress up, so at least I didn't stick out like a sore thumb. (Except for when I demonstrated how my crow call works and a large segment of line burst out laughing and one of the people I came with edged away and loudly proclaimed that she didn't know me, I mean.)
There were, as I had suspected there might be, a number of people wearing tall wizard hats (including, for some reason, the one that Mickey Mouse wore in Fantasia) but all of them got sorted into different theaters than me, so I can only speculate on their behavior once they were in their seats.
Originally, Harry Potter was going to be showing on three screens last night, but there was so much demand that they had to keep adding theaters. There were six when I last heard. The theaters were also labelled with House names, and the two Gryffindors I was with were a little discomfited when we ended up in a Ravenclaw theater. I tried not to gloat. Much.
There was a quick costume contest right before the previews. A Harry in school uniform and a Ron in quidditch uniform looked uncannily like the real thing. I swear the Ron had Rupert Grint's exact hair. They yelled that they were best friends IN REAL LIFE too, but that may have been a ploy to win free movie passes.
I enjoyed the movie lots. It was enormously condensed, of course, but it would have to be given the length of the book. (And it's been over a year since I read the book anyway, so I'm sure that helped me not to feel nitpick-y.)
I will admit that I never quite got the Snape thing until the end of the series, but now Alan Rickman is breaking my heart. Argh!
(It probably doesn't help that I re-watched Sense and Sensibility a few months ago. He is absolutely crushing as Colonel Brandon.)
I didn't cry when Dumbledore died, but that is only because I am DEAD INSIDE. Otherwise his "Severus, please!" followed by that fast, hard "Avada Kedavra!" would certainly have done it.
I was also reminded for about the millionth time of how much I love Maggie Smith. She doesn't have a huge part in this one, but it isn't just this particular movie that needs more Maggie Smith. It's everything.
And that, I think, is all I have to say about that.