midnight pottery

When I first bought my midnight ticket for Order of the Phoenix there was only one show at the south Lamar Drafthouse. By last night, it looked like every single screen in the building was showing it and the Village Drafthouse was also doing midnight showings. Woo. The Remus Lupins played in one room, there was a magician doing some pretty good disappearing tricks, all the theaters were labeled Charms, Potions, Divination, Transfiguration, etc. They served some very tasty butter beer. It was awesome.

Neville, I love you.

The movie was great, I thought. For such a dense book, I was shocked they managed to fit so much into the two hours they had. (There were of course things not included, which made me sad, but fine.) It was better than I expected it to be actually.

What was hard for me was sitting there watching Dolores Umbridge. The character makes me physically ill. She was just as horrid on the screen as she was in the books. Reading the scenes with Umbridge was so painful that I have only read this book twice overall. I have such an aversion to her aspartame sweetness, her little mannerisms, her blind conviction.

What really gets to me is the horror of being a child in a situation where you are tortured by an adult and there is no one to protect you. I've been there. Maybe that's why those scenes fill me with loathing and rage.

The Death Eaters are exciting, and Helena Bonham Carter was so well cast. For the Ministry battle alone the movie is worth seeing, though it is full of other brilliant moments.

Last but not least, thank the Weasley twins. I love those boys.