Fandango is probably the best thing designed since the vibrator. No other invention has made a man’s patience this unnecessary. All I can say is that at least one of them doesn’t levy a convenience charge.
Sunday morning, or rather afternoon (Sunday afternoons are bowdlerized as mornings), I booked tickets for me and my two friends N and U to the last Harry Potter movie. I sorta owed it to Rowling. You know, the single mom who imagined and articulated her way to billions was really desperate for my opinion. What can I say, I wasn’t always the thoughtful, well-adjusted blogger I am now (nudge, wink). I was, I’m not ashamed to say, a Potter-nerd. As and when they come up with a new movie where Danny boy shows us his constipation face and smiles his way to millions to probably finance his horse-f**king histrionics, I regress into nerdvana and well…I just have to watch.
Let me clarify: I’m not one of those stick up the ass bibliophiles who always insists that the book is better than the movie, but in this case, come on…Rowling spins webs with her words that others can barely convey through CGI. The Potter movies started out being pretty bad, but the last couple of movies (Half Blood Prince and Deathly Hallows Part One), have been dark, gloomy and frankly a little spooky. Kind of like the movie and the actors have grown up with the viewers.
I rarely watch a movie without hearing from a couple of people whether it’s worth the money, and sure enough, Roger Ebert gave me his thumbs up, not to mention the sage advice of skipping the 3D version. Of course, not everyone is as smart as yours truly; so while the lesser intellectuals are scrambling for a chance to overpay for 3D, we will saunter into the regular theater take our reward for foresight.
There we were at the Regal Cinemas at Union Square just ten minutes before the movie started, and sure enough, we couldn’t see three seats together unless you wanted to sit right up against the screen after which you’d feel like you just blew Alan Rickman for two hours.
The thing is, having an IQ in the 98th percentile still leaves about six and a half million competitors in the US alone, and most of them had already taken their seats.
I took a sufferable single seat and sat down while N and U searched for their side-by-side watching experience. N, of course, had bought the forearm-cramp sized popcorn bucket and two cups of coke so large I thought I saw Noah’s ark somewhere inside. He handed me one of the cokes, which in a movie should really come with a free bladder enlargement, or at the very least, an express pass to the restroom.
And oh yeah…the movie was pretty awesome! If you wanna read a real review of the movie, I suggest you go here and here.
11 thoughts on “Not a Harry Potter review”
Extremely funny….loved the not-so-subte narcissistic undertones!
correction – ‘subtle’
further correction: sutttttle!
asadu vazhiyardhu! kaadhal thaangalai!
Nice expressions…sure u might have enjoyed the movie…..
Yeah I did enjoy the movie! Thanks for visiting! 🙂
The title is a winner… Rest is just typically u!
wow, i thought Roger Ebert had died .. i knew the bald guy had died a long time ago. i am impressed he can actually get his one thumb up ! clearly a resounding plug… if he had both up. you did say both up right? 😉
Roger Ebert is alive. Here’s his review of the movie http://bit.ly/nfWy1P Which bald guy?
I was being sarcastic of course.. Gene Siskel was the bald guy, and together they used to do the 2 thumbs up. I didn’t think someone as young as you would care what Ebert thinks. I thought you guys look to Rotten Tomatoes?.. but yes, i thought this last deathly hollows part deux was a snoozer.. and i think they have about milked that puppy dry … now an interesting end would have been if the red-headed guy (Weasley?) had left Hermione for Harry ….. LOL..
Yeah that one sailed over my head. I don’t think JK Rowling would’ve allowed them to make plot changes and still use the Harry Potter banner. I’m told she micromanaged the process enough to insist on only British actors, and who knows what else