Squee!
Cruficy me if you will, but seriosly, I'm not going to hear a word against that movie. This fucker was in no way, shape, or form a children's movie. The others, maybe. They all started with silly comic-relief Dursleys. This one starts with a fucking snake crawling out the mouth of a fucking skull.
Seriously, they take the scariest part of Raiders of the Lost Arc and make it the opening of a Harry Potter movie.
Um, moving on. Quidditch World Cup stadium was only the beginning. I went into the movie not expecting much (good idea) and was totally fucking blown away. Like the first time I saw Phantom of the Opera and was glued into my seat by the rising chandelier? Like that. Only with a fucking huge stadium and little people whizzing by on broom sticks.
The return of Lucius Malfoy. Need I say more?
Dude, DARK MARK. Ay. That was so much better than I ever could have imagined it. I didn't care that it wasn't drawn as some glowing green line. It's always so flat in the books, but here it totally came to life. It just emerged from the clouds and the snake in the mouth twisted and writhed in the sky and never stopped moving and I was totally head over heels in love with the director.
Also, the rising of the Durmstrang ship. That moment right there sucked me into the movie. I have never felt so much like I was a part of the Potter-verse as I did in this movie and that scene was what made that happen. It just rose out of the sea and I figured I might as well have been there.
First beef--school entrances. A) WTF is Hogwart's entrance? Who's going to do a spiffy little gymnastics or fire-breaking trick for them, em? B) Why so fucking stereotyped? The curtsies and smiles and butterflies in contrast to the Nazi sticks. I mean, really?
The development of the Trio in this one was unmatched by any of the others. Hermione really came back to us--I didn't get the super!Hermione vibes that the third one gave off. I loved the bit where she's talking to Harry through the tent. Cracked me the fuck up. And though I felt the Hermione/Krum was a little obvious and overdone, it had to be. They made it a nice plot point, and her post-Yule Ball scream fest was most excellent. Ron was just enough of a git that I could hate him, and then just enough of a goofball that I had to love him again. And Harry ... Harry I'm always a little ambigious about, but I respect him far more after this movie. True story, his sobbing over Cedric's body almost made me cry.
Then again, so did Neville watching the Cruciatus Curse.
I've never been a fan of comic relief in serious movies (and this one was so much more serious than the others) but I do understand it's necessity. We needed lecherous Moaning Myrtle, and we needed jackass Fred and George to keep the audience from getting tetchy. People can only stand so much depression in a single movie, so as much as I thought that took away from the movie, I do see why they had to have it.
Amazing Bouncing Ferret = LOVE.
Draco = pathetic. I'll stick with my fanon!Draco, thankyou.
And perhaps I'll finish this when my headache clears. The moment my body realizes that it doesn't actually have to function for class, it decides to die. Uck. Thought I was going to be sick this morning.
Oh, in other news .... (drumroll) ... I'm home, bitches.
Seriously, they take the scariest part of Raiders of the Lost Arc and make it the opening of a Harry Potter movie.
Um, moving on. Quidditch World Cup stadium was only the beginning. I went into the movie not expecting much (good idea) and was totally fucking blown away. Like the first time I saw Phantom of the Opera and was glued into my seat by the rising chandelier? Like that. Only with a fucking huge stadium and little people whizzing by on broom sticks.
The return of Lucius Malfoy. Need I say more?
Dude, DARK MARK. Ay. That was so much better than I ever could have imagined it. I didn't care that it wasn't drawn as some glowing green line. It's always so flat in the books, but here it totally came to life. It just emerged from the clouds and the snake in the mouth twisted and writhed in the sky and never stopped moving and I was totally head over heels in love with the director.
Also, the rising of the Durmstrang ship. That moment right there sucked me into the movie. I have never felt so much like I was a part of the Potter-verse as I did in this movie and that scene was what made that happen. It just rose out of the sea and I figured I might as well have been there.
First beef--school entrances. A) WTF is Hogwart's entrance? Who's going to do a spiffy little gymnastics or fire-breaking trick for them, em? B) Why so fucking stereotyped? The curtsies and smiles and butterflies in contrast to the Nazi sticks. I mean, really?
The development of the Trio in this one was unmatched by any of the others. Hermione really came back to us--I didn't get the super!Hermione vibes that the third one gave off. I loved the bit where she's talking to Harry through the tent. Cracked me the fuck up. And though I felt the Hermione/Krum was a little obvious and overdone, it had to be. They made it a nice plot point, and her post-Yule Ball scream fest was most excellent. Ron was just enough of a git that I could hate him, and then just enough of a goofball that I had to love him again. And Harry ... Harry I'm always a little ambigious about, but I respect him far more after this movie. True story, his sobbing over Cedric's body almost made me cry.
Then again, so did Neville watching the Cruciatus Curse.
I've never been a fan of comic relief in serious movies (and this one was so much more serious than the others) but I do understand it's necessity. We needed lecherous Moaning Myrtle, and we needed jackass Fred and George to keep the audience from getting tetchy. People can only stand so much depression in a single movie, so as much as I thought that took away from the movie, I do see why they had to have it.
Amazing Bouncing Ferret = LOVE.
Draco = pathetic. I'll stick with my fanon!Draco, thankyou.
And perhaps I'll finish this when my headache clears. The moment my body realizes that it doesn't actually have to function for class, it decides to die. Uck. Thought I was going to be sick this morning.
Oh, in other news .... (drumroll) ... I'm home, bitches.