Harry Potter - The End of my Childhood
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The makers of Harry Potter decided to well and truly cash in on the success, by splitting the 7th book of J.K Rowling’s epic tale, The Deathly Hallows into two parts, as well as prolonging the agony of 16 year olds everywhere having to say goodbye to Harry, Ron and Hermione. For people who grew up with the books and films of Harry Potter (me included) you cannot help but feel sad that it has all come to an end, and during the film even a non Harry Potter fan would not help but be swept up into the atmosphere created by the most successful movie franchise of all time. (By the way, I am a massive Harry Potter fan, so expect some bias).But enough about Harry Potter in general. Let’s review the film. As a fan of the books, I couldn’t help but feel slightly disappointed by the first part of the Deathly Hallows. It felt rushed, and missed out on some key issues of the book. The second part however, despite having some of the same issues as the first, I found fantastic, if not the best installment so far. Some of the action sequences, dare I say it, were magical, with the battle of Hogwarts being the stand out moment, up there with the battle scenes from the 'Lord of the Rings' or '300.' The special effects were not too over the top, but were captivating; the pace of the film was perfect, with the anticipation of the final battle between Harry and Voldermort kept the viewers attention. The acting from the three stars, which at times in the previous films has been, let’s say questionable, was this time up there with the adult stars of Alan Rickman, Ralph Fiennes and Maggie Smith. I found myself willing to come up with something bad and critical to say when I was watching the film, but the only thing I found frustrating was a person’s phone going off in the middle of the film.
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