Boy, have they come a long way.
Sometimes, you lose track of how ridiculously big the Harry Potter franchise has become, but then you hear it’s raked in $95 million in a day, and is set yet again, to break all kinds of box office records, and for once, I’m ok with that, because Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows: Part 2 was a magical end.
It’s been 12 years since the first Potter book graced my hands, and I still remember a car ride to Kiama being all I needed to get through the Philosopher’s Stone. I was a voracious reader back then, but by the time I finished the Deathly Hallows, reading had become a rarity for me, and more than anything, I was just glad it was over.
I’d never bothered with the films, but I remember how much I loved the Half-Blood Prince, and with my love of film slowly increasing, I thought it fitting to see it on the big screen, and saw the others in preparation over a few days. The escapism and wondrous nature I got with reading them initially were replaced with feelings of “Why am I bothering with these childish movies?” They did get somewhat better, and I didn’t mind the Half-Blood Prince or part 1 of the Deathly Hallows, but they were nothing special.
I loved part 2.