Last night we (That is ccooke, LoneCat, Corrine Corinne – who is visiting for the weekend – and I) went to the midnight showing of the new Harry Potter movie, on the basis it was the showing least likely to attract those members of the first stage of life by Shakespears reckoning. To much of a literary reference for you? Then go see the movie, it has very little to do with the literature at all. There are good bits. ILM have done an impressive job on the new CGI, although there are a couple of holes in the editing (The very end a) doesn’t make sense, and b) is horribly, horribly ‘merkin “Feelgood”.
Crossreferences:
Potter the Fraud [MSN Slate]
Slashdot Review
BBC Film Review
Official UK Website [Uses Flash]
Harry Potter Not A Movie Franchise [SFGate.com]
In other news:
This guy’s walking home from work, really late, in the pitch black of night. There isn’t another soul on the street. Suddenly, from out of the gloom, comes an ominous bump…bump…bump. He looks behind him and spots a furtive, shadowy thing coming down the street after him. Unnerved, he picks up his pace, finally breaking into a panicked run. He looks behind him again, and the shadow is closer. Bump…bump…bump. The glow of a streetlight illuminates the shadow momentarily, and, to the man’s horror, it is a coffin, bumping down the sidewalk. He quickens his pace, running as fast as he can go, but the coffin only pursues more quickly. BUMP…BUMP…BUMP! He reaches his house, fumbles frantically for his keys, and slips in the door just as the coffin reaches his front steps. He slams the door and leans against it, catching his breath. Bump…bump…bump. There is a moment’s silence, and the man wonders if he dares to breathe. Suddenly…. Bump…bump…bump…Bump…BUMP! BUMP! BUMPBUMPBUMPCRAAAAASH!!!! He rebounds away as the door breaks off its hinges. Scrambling to his feet, he charges up the stairs, and the coffin races after. BUMP BUMP BUMP BUMP! Terrified, he backs into a corner and starts throwing everything within reach at the coffin — a handful of papers, a vase, a box of crackers, a lamp — but the coffin keeps coming! BUMP BUMP BUMP BUMP BUMP INCHESFROMHISFACE, and nothing seems to slow it down! His hands fall upon a bottle of cough syrup, and he throws that at the coffin, too!
The coffin stops.