It must be done, my friends. I must write some thoughts about the series, now that I have read all the books and seen all the movies. (At least I think I have . . . “The Order of the Phoenix” film is kind of hazy and I may not have actually seen it.) But before we get started, can I express my surprise that absolutely nobody has anything to say about children and computer time? I am extremely surprised that my previous post elicited exactly zero comments. I guess we are alone here in having issues with our 4-year-old wanting to use the computer. Good to know.
But back to the matter at hand. Harry Potter. And his friends. Micah took me to HP7:2 on Saturday. I must admit I got a little teary on the train to the theater, thinking not only about how this was it, the last word (and picture) in the series, but about how it has been a part of our lives from the time we met. HP3 was the first movie Micah and I saw together, before we were dating. We read the last three books together, The Deathly Hallows as we traversed the country on our way to New York just after Simon was born. We have not found a book that has been as important (and as possible) for us to read together, but I hope we find another one someday.
Even more than that, I was a little emotional because of the sheer impact Harry Potter has had on the entire world. And I’m hardly even exaggerating. People from everywhere love Harry Potter. It appeals to everyone. It’s almost like an inside joke that the whole world is in on. I think that’s kind of special. I don’t know how often that happens, or if it has ever happened before. The universality and the ubiquity of it Harry Potter is pretty amazing and I’m excited/happy/thrilled to be a part of it.
I enjoyed the movie itself quite a bit. I thought they stayed true to the feeling of the book without getting bogged down in the details. I thought they brought out the fear in Lord Voldemort quite nicely. And as the movie was nearing the end, I was compelled to pull out my notebook and scribble some notes about what I was feeling. They had that nice little montage of Harry and the crew through the years and, although it did not bring me to tears, I was struck with how we watched Harry and his friends (and the actors who portrayed them) grow up. By the end of the series, although they were still young, they were men and women. Cute Little Harry Potter was no longer Cute Little Harry Potter. And my cute little people will not always be cute little people. But I can only hope that as they grow up, they will have good friends, good mentors, people to trust, strong convictions, and strong compassion.
And, of course, it is not really over. The books will always be there. The movies will be, too. More importantly, I get to be the one to introduce them to my little people and to partake of them again and again as my kids become immersed in the world of Hogwarts. I welcome it and look forward to it.