Well, okay, so I watched Harry Potter. It was... okay.

(I should warn you now that if you haven't seen it and want to avoid spoilers, you shouldn't read this. Now, shoo.)

But the graveyard scene was the best. That had to be about the *only* intense scene, really; the only scene where you could feel something for the characters. For Daniel Radcliffe's vocal cords' sake, I hope they didn't have to do too many retakes of that scene. *snigger*

The dialogue in this one was very different from the last three; it doesn't help character development much because most of it is just bland statements which contribute to the status of things at the moment in the plot rather than drawing in some way upon the relationship that the characters are supposed to have.

Like when Harry tells Ron that he's a "right foul git", and I was like, "Yeah, so?"

Seems like Ron thought the same thing. Haha. How childish.

Quidditch; HOW can we have a Harry Potter film WITHOUT Quidditch, goddamnit!?!? Yeah, they show us the beginning of the Quidditch World Cup and everything, and then you see the Irish and Bulgarian teams come out, and just as they're letting everything build up and Fudge begins the game, you find yourself back in the Weasleys' tent and it's like, "What, THAT'S IT?!???!! Where the F*** is the Quidditch?!?!??!"

*fumes for a minute*

And the Horntail! The Hungarian Horntail in the first Task isn't supposed to get OUT of the arena!

But, then again, I suppose they're trying to make up for the GLARING LACK OF QUIDDITCH, so they probably figured, "Well, how about instead of having two mad Bludgers chasing after Harry and him chasing the Snitch, we have a raving dragon chase him and have him fly around the school and smack himself into the architecture? How 'bout it? Sounds brilliant, innit?"

Bollocks to that, hell, no.

And I am forced, once again, to bemoan the tragic lack of Draco Malfoy scenes. Even more so for this movie coz Tom Felton just makes him look absolutely yummy droolworthy hot. XD

Really. That first scene which he has, when he enters the Quidditch stadium with his father? It had to be pretty hot with all the people around, and he's wearing that black suit with a black turtleneck? Someone tell me it didn't just get hotter. Haha... XD

I'm fangirling, I know. 'Tis the result of reading too many lovely H/D slash fics over the last few days, in particular, this one: Life, As Experienced Through Your Fingers by Gold-Snitcher.

There's no magic in the story, but our favourite familiar characters are all in there (with some new names added), in the setting of a school for the arts. You know, liberal arts; music, art, drama, the like. Am now thoroughly in love with the thought of a piano and violin duet, and I wish I hadn't stopped piano when I did. Sigh.


Camille Saint-Saens' "Danse Macabre" is exhilarating.

And this piece by Michael Nyman is a beauty that makes me want to laugh and cry and dance and run and stand still all at the same time.