I have never been so excited for a film before. The excitement didn’t properly begin until about 2 hours before the film was due to begin. There was 8 or so of us going to see it on Sunday night, and it felt like we had been transported back to primary school age. Some people bought their popcorn an hour early and kept having to calm themselves, I chatted excitedly to one of the girls about her trip to Harry Potter world in Florida. My boyfriend pretended he wasn’t excited.
We took up a full row and in dribs and drabs made trips to the loo so we wouldn’t have to get up during this momentous film. It was packed and you could feel the anticipation. I actually was a little scared about how I would feel once the credits had rolled.
The beginning of the film began exactly where Deathly Hallows Pt 1 left off. I missed the omitted theme tune and the usual excitement of boarding the Hogwarts Express. For a while I feared that this film wasn’t going to be outstanding, I’m not sure my eyes ‘get’ 3D… but then it got into full swing and I just got comfortably surrounded in the world I’ve loved since I was very young. I brought tissues but thought it was likely that I wouldn’t cry. I cried. One tear escaped as everyone ‘protected’ Hogwarts, and the school didn’t entertain giving Harry up. I cried the most when Snape expressed his unrequited love for Harry’s late mother, Lily. That was surprising. I cried as Harry prepared to die, and asked the temporary resurrected face of his mother to stay with him, as he walked towards his enemy to sacrifice himself. But I knew the ending, from the wonderful final book, and I think I was mostly crying for the end of an era…I’ve been with Harry’s story for longer than I was without it, and it IS difficult to reach this curtain call with this journey.
I felt a sense of peace and happiness and catharsis as I left the cinema, one of the last people to do so, and as I sat in the bar surrounded by friends who had naturally started to dissect the film, I craved peace and quiet to think about what had just happened and maybe cry a little more.
I know I’m an English student and probably not supposed to like the Harry Potter books (and films). It may not be very intellectual of me, but this story is a part of me now and I’m proud to be in the Harry Potter generation.
(Image from here)