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Harry Potter MegaWeekend
Nov. 6th, 2005 10:12 amThanks to the ever *huggable* Love Muffin I was made aware that today's copy of the Daily Telegraph came with the film Orlando on DVD. So, because I hadn't left the house this weekend, and we'd run out of detergent and toilet paper, I popped by our local corner store and bought myself a copy. I don't think I'll be watching it tonight, since I've already watched one movie today...
Harry Potter and The Chamber of Secrets follows, stylistically, its predecessor. Even the wooden acting from the kids hasn't changed, though Ron Weasly is turning out to be a show stealer. The little girl that plays Hermione only showed good acting when she lay paralysed in bed, struck down by the Basilisk. Later, while heating up soup for dinner, an awful thought struck me: what if they invite George Lucas or Steven Spielberg to direct one of the movies? We'd get Hermione and Ron tumbling through the dark forest, madly in love (at least that's what I suspect -- I'm still on book three) or grand, emotional music from Spielberg when some beloved character dies (a pre-requisite in popular films, I know, but which he does so much worse than everyone else.) I hear that the third film has a much darker and intense cinematography. A co-worker is lending me the DVD tomorrow but, until then, I'll be reading...
Harry Potter and The Prisoner of Azkaban, which is just as much a page turner as the previous books. I got it out the library yesterday and it made me good company through the night (when I wasn't hitting refresh on LJ). It's been a complete Kidult weekend, which would only be complete if I went into the living room right now and played some Gamecube. But nah, don't feel like it. I keep fiddling with NaNoWriMo stories and generally harassing people on my friends' page. There's a pack of Jaffa Cakes in the kitchen which I might have to assault, just after I take a sip from my mug of tea.
Harry Potter and The Chamber of Secrets follows, stylistically, its predecessor. Even the wooden acting from the kids hasn't changed, though Ron Weasly is turning out to be a show stealer. The little girl that plays Hermione only showed good acting when she lay paralysed in bed, struck down by the Basilisk. Later, while heating up soup for dinner, an awful thought struck me: what if they invite George Lucas or Steven Spielberg to direct one of the movies? We'd get Hermione and Ron tumbling through the dark forest, madly in love (at least that's what I suspect -- I'm still on book three) or grand, emotional music from Spielberg when some beloved character dies (a pre-requisite in popular films, I know, but which he does so much worse than everyone else.) I hear that the third film has a much darker and intense cinematography. A co-worker is lending me the DVD tomorrow but, until then, I'll be reading...
Harry Potter and The Prisoner of Azkaban, which is just as much a page turner as the previous books. I got it out the library yesterday and it made me good company through the night (when I wasn't hitting refresh on LJ). It's been a complete Kidult weekend, which would only be complete if I went into the living room right now and played some Gamecube. But nah, don't feel like it. I keep fiddling with NaNoWriMo stories and generally harassing people on my friends' page. There's a pack of Jaffa Cakes in the kitchen which I might have to assault, just after I take a sip from my mug of tea.
