Harry Potter and the Deathly Hollows Part 2—Orion’s Take
To say that this is the end of beautiful journey is no jest. I read Harry Potter starting in the 3rd grade, meaning I’ve spent over a decade with this wizard, this wonderful boy, this brave man. It’s been quite the adventure—some cultural commentators have dubbed my generation the “Harry Potter generation,” something I think most of us can understand. So going into this movie there was only one question: will it be enough? Will this movie transport me into the world of Harry Potter for a new adventure one last time? Or will it fail to imbue me with a sense of magic that leaves me breathless and teary-eyed?
The answer to this question was surprising. I felt neither disappointment nor sheer bliss at the end of the film, merely relief. The movie didn’t destroy my love of Harry Potter, but it didn’t elevate it either. This was a good film, a solid ending, and a tribute to the books. I don’t know about those who have only seen the movies, but this film was strangely hollow in comparison to the books—but that is in no way a real criticism. The books, which stand second only to my beloved Lord of the Rings, are so complete it would be impossible for the films to add anything to my sense of satisfaction on turning the page and reading “19 years later.” Speaking of which, the epilogue to this film was rather silly.
This film is all about the last reunion of Daniel Radcliffe, Rupert Grint, and Emma Watson. Theirs truly was a match made in heaven, though I imagine that after the amount of time they’ve spent together, they are either best friends or worst enemies. Here, despite the rushed atmosphere of the film, there are moments where you see them together and you can see the bonds they’ve forged. One scene struck me in particular: the three walk together, hand in hand, exchange glances and in those glances you see the weight of the years of filming, of the story, of the pressure of stardom, and you realize that they are content with it, happy with the way it’s ending, happy and sad to move on.
To touch briefly on the story—all the necessitated quotes are there, including Clover’s favorite (“NOT MY DAUGHTER, YOU BITCH!”) and one about living and love (you know what I’m talking about) and I caught them, and I appreciated them, but still there were so many little things I missed—and it’s always been that way. For some reason, it bothers me more with Harry Potter than with Lord of the Rings. There is one scene in particular, one that made me cry, which was entirely excluded from the movie and replaced with a scene that provided the same function without any of the emotion.
I guess I liked it, and of course, you have to go watch it if you are a Harry Potter fan, but I can’t say that this ending is one I will always look back too. Unlike the books, which I will read over and over until I die, I can’t say that I’ll come back to this film to revisit my memories of Harry and Hermione and Ron and Hogwarts—I’ll just crack open one of the books, sit down on the couch, and read.
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