Uh oh, it's magic.

[cyrano]

Tonight we had our excursion to see the newest of the Harry Potter films. And I would say it easily falls into place as my second or third favorite, but there were two I strongly disliked and one I don't remember. It's easy to bash the parts of the film that didn't go well (and lord knows I did, in the lobby afterward. Hint: It's the name of the movie! Try to make it mean something.) but there were also parts that did (relationships between characters, business happening on camera but not part of the main focus).

And most importantly of all, seeing this film reinspired me to get back to writing the *actual* seventh book of this series, Neville Longbottom and the Horcruxes, in which Harry Potter hunts down and destroys the horcruxes so that Neville (who in a surprise revelation actually *is* the chosen one) kicks Voldemort's ass across Hogwart's campus. Because Neville is a bad mother--.(I'm talkin' 'bout Longbottom.)

All in all, Coyote says three wags; good for matinee viewing or pay-per-view.

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[cyranocyrano.livejournal.com]

And, honestly? I fucking *love* Neville. Neville kicks ass and takes names, and he does it without being precious, without special treatment, without huge reserves of natural talent that let him skate by without working. He works for everything he gets.

(Also? All those Campbellian 'ressurection' tropes from book six with Dumbledore and the phoenix? In the real book seven, Dumbledore does come back. Not like a comic book villain, and not in pages of exposition about his childhood, but more like Ben Kenobi.)