Prisoner of Azkaban

Fan-fucking-tastic! I very much enjoyed the film, with the riotous crowd of teenagers and geeks. There was a group of highschool girls representing the four houses in full uniform, and I have to admit they were hot.

Not so cool were the fucking morons who brought their two children to a midnight showing! Those kids couldn't have been more than two or three at the utmost. I absolutely despise people that stupid.

Dementors - really fucking scary
Lupin - so charming
Sirius - another stellar Oldman performance on the slightly deranged level
Fred & George - so cute with their shaggy mod hair!

Now that was fun.

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It was interesting to see that the Gateway had six midnight showings all under one roof. The parking lot was packed and I heard the ushers talking about people waiting in the hallways for hours and hours. It made me sad because I didn't do anything bizarre. Without Melynda around, we can't organize group outings worth a damn. I left a message on her cell phone from the theater.

There were a few things left in the wayside, but such is the way of movies made from rich books. I can forgive much when the result is so splendid.

Now I'm off to work, where I shall suffer all day.

once more, same as before

We did a lot of aimless shopping today, but no buying aside from several frosty beverages. We are considering buying a giant television, just for the hell of it. Who knows.

The second viewing of Prisoner of Azkaban was interesting. I was better able to pinpoint the scenes left out of the film and ponder the reasoning. I really think they need a director's cut.

Perhaps the most interesting thing of all is the clear sign of a more artistic and gifted hand in the camera work. So many scenes begin or end in reflective surfaces, and I find it entirely deliberate given the nature of the story. It's very beautiful, and makes the transitions work.

I have to say, David Thewlis is my new crush object. He's so charming and I want to feed him soup.

Is anyone else seeing those scary as hell Fanta commercials? Whiskey Tango Foxtrot?

On a less happy note, the crowd was awful. Bratty children who would not shut up, kids who threw popcorn at the back of my head, and some raging bitch whose phone rang during the last twenty minutes of the film who answered her phone and started talking on it. Crap like that makes me want to scream at people, and I very nearly did at the cell phone moron.