I finished The Order of the Phoenix auf Deutsch on Monday, and then watched the movie (again) (of course). I have already told you this, but I am quite proud of it, so I'm saying it again.
Today, I finished re-reading The Half-Blood Prince, and seem to have forgotten everything about Snape, because I am just so confused about him right now. I'm not mad at him, and I wasn't the first time either, because Dumbledore dying didn't make me all that sad. What made me sad was actually only in the movie, when McGonagall raises her wand in the air, and everyone follows suit (I'll admit though, the second time I read Harry not wanting to leave Dumbledore, it made me much sadder than the first time).
Generally, when I cry in books, it isn't because a favorite character of mine died (that really only happens in movies, if it's well done). For example, the dedication in The Deathly Hallows made me cry, I am not entirely sure why, but it did, and it wasn't to do with character death (well...). If I Lie made me cry, because everything that happens to her is just so terrible. Where The Red Fern Grows made me cry, because the connection between the dogs and their owner was so powerful, and only when Jack dies is this point made as evident as ever. I honestly can't think of a character death that has made me cry.
Maybe I'm just the coldest person ever, but I think there are other elements that make me feel more emotion than something as simple death (this is not saying that death is simple, it's just that it's not as complex of a plot development (and I feel bad about saying death is a plot development, because it shouldn't be) than other things).I'll probably do something more on this later.
Yesterday, I watched The Sorcerers Stone while working (sort of...) and noticed that Hermoine has bangs, BANGS!!! Tonight, I am either going to watch The Half-Blood Prince, or The Deathly Hallows Part 2.
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Wednesday, August 26, 2015
Monday, July 13, 2015
Harry Potter, Day 11 (aka, the final day)
I just watched both the Deathly Hallows movies.
This was my twitter reaction (very toned down) (probably only good for a few days)
When Fred died, I knew it was different from the book, but I began sobbing so much. It wasn't intense sobbing, more like intense crying, but it still felt as if my life was being torn apart. When they showed Lupin and Tonk's bodies with their arms outstretched to touch each other, I was shaking. Honestly, this whole movie had me in tears.
The score for it was magnificent, and I also love Alexandre Despalt's The Imitation Game score (favorite movie, I think)
Also, these movies also made me realize how important actors are to movies, and how they can make me cry or laugh or be so pissed off at their death... (Weasly Twins (James and Oliver Phelps)). At the end of movie six, I actually cried the second time I watched it, because I saw though their eyes what they were feeling. This probably sounds stupid, and like duh, how could've this not been obvious to you before, but it wasn't obvious before, because before I was just going for the Why and How, not the Who. Maybe the Who is the most important part.
It wasn't just the deaths that shook me, but the fact that it was final. I was born less than six months before the first movie was released, and I remember going to the library to pick up a new Harry Potter movie every day, watching it, returning it, and picking up the second one, and then back to the first.
I'm okay that I didn't read the books at that time, because I wouldn't have understood it as much as I do now. Honestly, I'm glad I waited (realizing that now). When I was originally obsessed, all I saw was the magic, and not the wizard, nor the power.
Anyway, I really do have to go to sleep. This post is almost definitely subject to change.
I am going to be taking a few days off to absorb all of it.
This was my twitter reaction (very toned down) (probably only good for a few days)
When Fred died, I knew it was different from the book, but I began sobbing so much. It wasn't intense sobbing, more like intense crying, but it still felt as if my life was being torn apart. When they showed Lupin and Tonk's bodies with their arms outstretched to touch each other, I was shaking. Honestly, this whole movie had me in tears.
The score for it was magnificent, and I also love Alexandre Despalt's The Imitation Game score (favorite movie, I think)
Also, these movies also made me realize how important actors are to movies, and how they can make me cry or laugh or be so pissed off at their death... (Weasly Twins (James and Oliver Phelps)). At the end of movie six, I actually cried the second time I watched it, because I saw though their eyes what they were feeling. This probably sounds stupid, and like duh, how could've this not been obvious to you before, but it wasn't obvious before, because before I was just going for the Why and How, not the Who. Maybe the Who is the most important part.
It wasn't just the deaths that shook me, but the fact that it was final. I was born less than six months before the first movie was released, and I remember going to the library to pick up a new Harry Potter movie every day, watching it, returning it, and picking up the second one, and then back to the first.
I'm okay that I didn't read the books at that time, because I wouldn't have understood it as much as I do now. Honestly, I'm glad I waited (realizing that now). When I was originally obsessed, all I saw was the magic, and not the wizard, nor the power.
Anyway, I really do have to go to sleep. This post is almost definitely subject to change.
I am going to be taking a few days off to absorb all of it.
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