Why is it that when something bad happens, it’s always you three?
Please, Professor – we’ve been asking that question for six years.
– Emma Watson (Hermione Granger) has the tendency to over-act; a bit annoying.
– Helena Bonham-Carter is always a delight to watch.
– Me: Yay, more lines for Tom Felton (Draco Malfoy)!
– Me, later: Yay, more screen time for Tom Felton!
– Tom Felton should eat. A lot.
– My sister and I couldn’t help elbowing each other during that scene with Dumbledore and the blood on Harry’s forehead. “So gay.” “So gay.”
– I’m sorry, this Harry/Ginny thing isn’t working for me.
– So apparently all the potions ingested by the characters in this film have the singular effect of marijuana.
– A lot of characters cry but I hardly see any tears. Nice move, Felton, washing your face at the sink to mask this rather embarrassing fact.
– From disaster flick to rom-com to horror to reefer comedy to gasp, LOTR.
– Me: That looks like Gollum.
– Me, later: Boy, that’s a lot of Gollums.
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It didn’t explain anything at all about the “half-blood Prince” and I watched the film with almost no recollection of the book, but I liked it. I didn’t get lost, confused, or bored. The other films had scenes sticking out like a sore thumb (with the exception of Cuaron’s Azkaban, that one flowed like velvet, stylish and effective); this one didn’t. I enjoyed watching Jim Broadbent, who plays Horace, a character I unfortunately had completely forgotten. (Me to my sister, when the character appeared onscreen: “Who is this guy again?”)
My sister wanted more action. I shrugged. The Potter films define “action” as a bunch of actors waving wands and grimacing. I’d rather have the comedy. And maybe the drama, if only the teenage actors can, you now, cry.
Eliza Victoria 