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It was okay.

That's such a let down! I really feel like I should have more to say, but the most pressing thing that I feel the need to utter about the final Harry Potter film is: "It was okay." Maybe I'm doing it wrong.

I saw it twice. Once in 3D because they really want you to see it in 3D. It was better the second time. I think that's because I knew what to expect. The first time around, I didn't (I mean, I did, obviously, but not how the path to get there would look) and sitting there wondering "what happens next?" was not a pleasant experience at all. It wasn't a thrilling, shovelling-popcorn-into-your-mouth kind of "what happens next?" it was a "well... this is awkward" sort of "what happens next?"

I'm blaming David Yates because I don't know whom else to blame. I mean, I think there's some debate to be had in here about the limits of verisimilitude as it relates to creating art, but I'm not jazzed enough to have that conversation.

I idly wonder if, maybe in ten years or so, the series can be redone. Not reshot, you understand. Not recast. Remastered, maybe. Alt takes. Different editing. Digitally making young Lily's eyes not brown. You know.

My God, you guys. Can you believe that shit with Lily's eye color? The unintentional humor quotient was so high. I'm not exactly sure what color Geraldine Somerville's eyes are, because she's always in sepia memory foam, but you can at least tell that they are light-colored. Close enough. And if you recall that Albus was the only one of Harry's children to inherit Lily's eyes, it is really rather awesome when the epilogue scene rolls around and Daniel Radcliffe and his pretend son have the exact same color eyes. And, I mean, I don't want to even pretend to be one of those people to whom hair and eye desperately matter, but we had reached the actual, literal moment when "You have your mother's eyes" pays out, and BAM! brown-eyed baby Lily. If I may ... lol.

Speaking of which, I love the epilogue. Always have always will. Whatevs.

On the most positive end, every performance was flawless. Alan Rickman was for once not under-utilized, and you could practically hear him shout "Fucking finally" through his performance. This movie also renewed my desire to one day be bffs with Daniel Radcliffe. Is it weird to be proud of someone you've never met? Probably. I want to draw hearts around his face in the most non-romantic yet soul-mate-ish way possible. This adds to my conviction that there must have been a shinier diamond to be cut from this raw material.

I mean, ten goddamn years and all you see is the back of Ron's head. I ask you.

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