I have a confession to make: I didn't see Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows (Part I) on opening night. Nor did I see it the next day. Or the next day. In fact, I waited two weeks after the release until I went to see it.
It wasn't because I didn't have enough time. In fact, after Aida closed, all I had was time. It wasn't because I'm not a fan of the movies (they've been getting progressively better since the beginning). It wasn't even that I didn't want to spend the whopping $9 for a movie ticket.
Truthfully, I'm just not ready for it to end.
I know that this is only the first part. But it's Deathly Hallows. It's the last part of the series. This is a huge deal.
Ever since I started reading Harry Potter, there's always been that sense of waiting for the next book to come out. And when they started making movies, I was waiting for the next movie to come out. Even when the last book came out, I couldn't wait to read it. I kept telling myself to take my time reading it, because it was the last one. There were no more. But I didn't. I read the whole thing in one sitting. And when I finished, it was completely surreal.
But then I told myself, "Hey, it's okay. There are still more movies that have to come out."
And here is the penultimate one. And next summer, it will be the last one. And then what?
A young woman once stopped J.K Rowling and said, "you are my childhood." And that basically sums up how I feel about this whole thing. Harry Potter was such a huge part of my childhood. And now that it's nearly over, it's like my childhood has finally ended.
When I moved out of my house? No big deal. Getting a job? Whatever. Paying bills? Well that's just a pain.
But the end of Harry Potter? What?
Honestly, I don't even know what else to say.
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