SUP BITCHES! IT'S 3:30 AM AND GUESS WHO JUST GOT BACK FROM HARRY POTTER?
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IT WAS FUCKING AMAZING.
THIS WAS THE FIRST HARRY POTTER MOVIE I REALLY LOVED. I liked six, hated five, liked four, hated three, and enjoyed one and two. BUT THIS MOVIE? WAS ALL OF THEM TIMES A MILLION.
Yeah it was slow, but the book was one long extended camping trip and it's hard to make that exciting. It had everything I wanted from the previous movies and didn't get: character development, perfect pacing with heartbreaking moments shouldered up to hilarity, and not skimming over scenes, but giving them all the time and detail they deserve. It also added a couple elements (like an amazing animated sequence, and some 1940's era propaganda) that only a visual medium could, and THAT RIGHT THERE made a huge difference to my thoughts on it.
I wish every movie (weeeeell, maybe starting with the fourth) had been done in this fashion because they would have been so. Much. Better. I hated the fifth movie with a passion because all my favourite scenes had been butchered by lack of time and depth.
IN CONCLUSION: I FUCKING LOVED IT.
We stayed behind to see if there was anything beyond the credits, and I can save you about 10 minutes by saying: no, no there is not. HOWEVER. Watching the credits reaps some awesome rewards. Mixed in with the sound techs and the aerial design team was one lonely man with the title "Parseltongue by:" and he was a fucking doctor. Some dude out there with a doctorate in linguistics created parseltongue for the movie. CROWNING MOMENT OF AWESOME PEOPLE. AFTER THAT YOU MAY AS WELL GIVE UP BECAUSE NOTHING ELSE WILL EVER BE AS AWESOME.