Showing posts with label Half-Blood Prince. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Half-Blood Prince. Show all posts

26 July 2009

Harry Potter & The Half-Arsed Film

As mentioned in my previous post we went to the flicks last night.  (What a quaint old fashioned term). We'd seen the trailers and additionally I'd heard somewhere something to the effect of 'what they did to London', alluding, in my mind, to some fantastic special effects.

Visually it was up to scratch and the score worked well. Time -honoured SPOILER ALERT.

My voice can be heard amongst those that bemoan the formulaic nature of so much of what comes out of Hollywood.  In fairness I think I must have not only become accustomed, but to a point dependant, on that formula.  We've all seen the sites that point out how all the films (Star Wars, Star Trek, Harry Potter) are all the same story, but that just wasn't the case with Half-Blood.

The shiny robots and Megan Fox breast shots that passed for Transformers 2 may have been (fun) crap but at least it had a climactic fight-out.  That, discussing it afterwards, seems to have been the problem for both of us.  The 'attack of the gollums ' as we dubbed it, was so easily dispatched that it didn't really qualify as a battle.  When the moment the film had been building to finally happened, I was asked if I felt anything.  I said then and I still believe it was something of a damp squib. 

I dare say that fans will disagree and J.K could care less what I think, but, well...

...welcome to the disappointment.

Blogging means total freedom...

Does it fuck!  It's half past bloody two again and I'm throwing together a blog post.  After my hand-showing of yesterday, I find myself going out for dinner and a movie this evening and then Mrs NoozHound deciding she'd sit up and watch TV with me - her choice of viewing - not my idea of Saturday night telly.  We have a few drinks, she goes to sleep.  Guaranteed, I touch the remote she wakes up. Ditto turn on the PC - 'the buzzing will disturb me...'

She's just gone to bed after snoring through two programs then insisting on hanging around guessing at night-line or whatever it's called - movies beginning with 'R'.

We went to Harry Potter - more on that tomorrow.  Suffice to say...

Welcome to the disappointment.