I am confused and upset.
All this loving that the last Harry Potter movie is getting is making me nauseous. No one has ever liked the movies before. Me and all my fellow HP geeks were always kvetching about how the movies are nothing like the books, the acting is horrible, they don’t like that the movies put ideas in their head about the imagery. But now this?
Every single person I know that hated the movies in the past is all about them now. They may have skipped the 3rd and 5th movie after realizing the first two were trash. But no dice now that it’s the last part of the series.
“Oh it’s the final movie!”, “Oh, I’m going to dress up for the midnight showing!”, “Oh the beauty of the written word in those books can suck my dick.”
For shame, middle-aged women. FOR SHAME!
I guess it makes sense. We grew up with Harry Potter and now it’s finally coming to an ultimate end. But I don’t know, I’m pretty sure the saga really finished for me when I read the last word on the last page of the last book.
As a hipster, I don’t feel loyalties to anything but cheap cigarettes, beer, and Kafka. But this disgusting devotion of something clearly mediocre (and not ironically) makes me want to apparate to the UK and do the bat bogey hex on JK Rowling so she feels shamed for selling out. Then everyone else can feel ashamed for riding the wave with her.
Expecto Patronuuuuuuuuum!
(I just like typing that a lot. When I do I pretend my patronus is a housecat)
And my dorkiness becomes clearer to all of you.
