Harry Potter and The Deathly Hallowed Cynics (Part 1)

Harry Potter is one of things that have contributed to my recanting the twatty cynic chic, that befall all young silly peoples for a time - although I think due to my anger at the world in general, such vibes stick in to the soul of ones shoe like a Great Dane's shite! But, and it's more to reassure myself that you lot, I am not really that much of a cynic and I fight critical or judgemental instincts on a daily basis. I find it hard to genuinely tear something apart unless it something that is going to cause harm to people; I.E: The Jeremy Kyle Show/War/Republicans and so on, and even then they way one goes about it perhaps doesn't really take that much sugar off the puff!

Silly bitchy personae can be funny, especially in stand-up; we love people being humiliated and having the piss-ripped by societies strange outsiders, and that Schadenfreude is a way of life.... but some people can get confused where the lines blur and be insulted, and for that one is always deeply guilt-striken and apologetic.

This goes further than that... Harry Potter was something that passed me by in the great schema of life, not out of bitter 'Oh it's shit' 'It's for kids', that weird thing that when something becomes overly popular everyone wants to give it a good kicking... sort of franchise-bullying as it were... just busy, and then when you miss the first 4 films/last 4 books you get all -'How do I get into it?'

Luckily I have a boyfriend who likes all this magical and fantastical shizz (every home should have one), and the other week, in preperation for the 7th Installment; we watched all 6 films back to back.

Now I've already glazed y eyes over the first 2, and that's fair enough; pretty standard (don't want this to escape up the arse-hole of 'review' or anything dirty and fetid like that!!!) but it did hit its stride by the tird film, and I did enjoy the cornacopia of A-list british film-stars from Michael to Imelda by route of Maggie to Emma via Alan - oh lovely stuff; that's my bread and butter of the films....

By going to the seventh, all the elements tht have bee built up over a decade really come to the fore, with real cinematic elan, it was compelling as a piece of cinema, and well executed; it is irrelevent if Daniel, Emma and (well not) Rupert aren't the best actors in the universe or that there are silly shmultzy bits; it brings lots of joy and loveliness - and it's an aesthetic point that my boyfriend is making in his dissertation - that Harry Potter lends itself to a Dickensian tradition of writing, which in turn is semi-social/political - there is Boarding House Romps and ancient legends and religious allegory, it's the oral tradition of the Celts to The Canturbury Tales - it's the same story of Good V. Evil, echoeing down the ages - it cant be a bad think that J.K is preserving it with a franchise and Multi-conglomerate it's a pleasing shape, of course if its not to you thats fine, it's got Radcliffe in his pants too! - But as all those 100's of screaming boys and girls squeal with delight and fright, alive with the magic. I had to sit next to the overweight bearded twat in a cheap leather jacket, talking derisvely and sneering scene after scene....

His personality lacked subtly and it is a wake-up call to such people that even dignified 'Oh it's not for me' is far more gentler and self-worthy than bollocky waffle! Although as a parting shot... I'd like to say when I sit entranced by some Lebanese Art-House film about the waterfalls of Nepal, which is just waterfalls for three-hours, meanish discourse on such things is just as unfair... why cant all our arty endevours just get along? All is equal in the eyes of Shareholders (so isn't!)


[GOALS FOR NEXT WEEK: Follow football for seven days and try to minimize the comparison both written/speaking/acting to Stephen Fry!!! TUT!]