So today the long awaited day arrived; the day I ventured out with the sole purpose of sitting down in a dark room to enjoy the final film in the epic Harry Potter franchise.
My mum and I are fans. In fact we were those ‘awful’ people who became Harry movie fans before we read the books. I’ll add another travesty to that and admit that I actually only read the books two years ago. Thus began my awe and admiration for the wonder that is J.K. Rowling. Thankfully the movie adaptations have been dazzling homages to Rowling’s stunning story, with a British cast to die for! Alan Rickman, Gary Oldman, Robbie Coltrane, Julie Walters, Maggie Smith, Ralph Fiennes, Helena Bonham Carter to name but a few. Talk about a draw. Is it any wonder mum and I were eagerly anticipating the final showdown? An eager anticipation that was mixed with a bittersweet sense of loss. This was it. The end.
So in order to commemorate this momentous occasion, we booked tickets to our favourite cinema in Edinburgh, where you can book a comfy leather sofa to sit and enjoy the movie. Only thing is… this cinema is not only a train journey away but another 30 minute walk uphill once you get off the train. And in typical Scottish Summer fashion, the weather couldn’t make up its mind whether it wanted to piss of rain or suffocate us with a jungle-like humidity. Like all things Scottish, the weather has a twisted sense of humour, and decided to do both L
Once we finally arrived at the cinema we were somewhat nonplussed by our reception. Let me stop here and explain that we spent just under £10.00 a ticket for our sofa booking. That’s roughly $16.00 a ticket. As we handed our two tickets over to the usher she said, ‘We’re quite busy so we’re just asking everyone to squish in together.’ Mum and I turned sharply to one another with a shared look of horror. Wait a minute, wait a minute… we had just paid £8.00 each to get the train through to the city, another £7.00 on a cab to take us to the cinema and there was a possibility that the wonderfully expensive sofa we had booked would have to be shared with a sweaty stranger in this humidity?! Suffice to say the ushers were lucky mum and I found a, what can only have been a custom-made leather sofa for elves, in the so-called ‘GOLD’ section of the cinema, otherwise they would have been subjected to my rarely given ‘It’s the humidity!’ speech in which I politely but clearly told them there was no way in hell I was sharing my much coveted, pricy sofa with some other numbnut for last Harry Potter movie. I'm usually a laid-back person but getting between me and my Harry Potter experience? Eh I wouldnae if I were you.
So there we were in our elf built leather sofa and the lights went down and Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows Part 2 began. The final movie is the perfect cinematic experience. From the atmospheric sombre first sequences where the audience are thrown headfirst into the gravity of the situation by the sharp camera work, mature and mesmerising acting from Radcliffe and the equally hypnotising goblin, Griphook, played by the brilliant Warwick Davis. The lack of soundtrack in this scene was pure genius; sent goosebumps up my arms so it did. From then on I was taken on an adventure of epic proportions, with special effects that still managed to astound me after all these years (I actually uttered ‘aw that’s really cool’ quite a few times); acting of such commitment and quality I laughed, I held my breath (like through the whole damn thing!) and was brought to actual physical tears… which was in no way embarrassing, considering the little ten year old girl next to me didn’t even so much as sniffle! Unfortunately my cinematic experience was hampered by the fact that the cinema decided to put the heating on (during a humid July day!!!!) and also by the fact that I am in possession of perhaps the smallest bladder ever created. Not only could I not get out to get to the bathroom because of where we were seated, I also didn’t want to miss anything. Uh-huh… I was in some major pain by the end of the movie. But I wouldn’t endure pain for just any film.
An unbelievable film journey and one that I’m sad to see come to an end. But then that’s what dvd’s are for right J
Today was just a reminder of the novels and the awesomeness that is J.K. Rowling. The amount of excruciating, hair-tearing, planning, development, intelligence and imagination that went into those novels is appreciated by all her fans, and most especially by fellow writers who understand just the enormity of what Rowling has achieved. I am forever a fan.
After all that mum and I arrived back home in one piece. Almost. We got off the train and the heavens opened, lashing unearthly rain with the force of a bull whip. Lightning lanced across the skies and as we waited on a cab we argued over whether our umbrella was made of metal or not. I argued that it was and insisted that if she was going to keep the damn thing up she remain ten paces away from me. My desertion of her didn’t really hit home until the lightning struck again and she practically threw the umbrella to the ground. I smiled smugly. See. Even if you’re not one hundred percent sure, when lightning is involved, it’s always best to err on the side of caution.
My clothes are soaked, I’m wearing a towel turban and bemoaning my lack of air conditioning, but I’m alive and carrying with me memories of one of the best movies EVER.