My love affair with Harry Potter began almost a decade ago. It began on a winter’s night when I finally decided to borrow a copy of “Philosopher’s Stone” from the local library to see what I had been missing. Up until then, I had looked at the phenomenon from an outsider’s view, and laughed merrily at how funny it was. I was in London on release day for “Goblet of Fire.” I saw lines outside of the local Waterstone’s Bookstore stretch for almost two miles into South Kensington. I witnessed small children clutching the book to their chest as I rode the Underground to the British Museum. And it all struck me as pleasant fantasy. I mean, a bespectacled boy using a wand to conjure everyday objects? No, give me Raistlin Majere or Elminster anyday.
But that one winter’s night, I finally relented and started reading the book series. Okay, reading might not have been a good word to choose. I DEVOURED them. From chapter one of the first book, I was drawn in. The magical worlds of JK Rowling got me through a horrible stomach flu, a funeral, a period of intense self doubt and gave me a wonderful world to retreat into back in early 2001. And they kept giving. I woke up at 6 AM to buy “Order of the Phoenix” from Waldenbooks one summer’s day. I braved crowds to snag “Half Blood Prince” on release night. I even ran from the opera to Barnes and Noble to attend the “Deathly Hallows” release party, in a tuxedo no less! And that all seems like a memory now, three years later.
So why this trip down memory lane? Because this weekend marked the beginning of the “end” of the Harry Potter express. Deathly Hallows Part I, the first in a two-movie arc chronicling the last book in the series, was released with much fanfare, wizardry and glowing reviews intact. The first film in the series to be shot in two parts, so the entire story could be preserved (rather than hacked apart like some of the more recent ones were) and related as true to form as possible. But is it worth the time? After all, I considered “Deathly Hallows” to be the weakest of the books. I also disliked the huge chunks of pages where nothing happens at all of merit. And while I applauded Ms Rowling for finally undertaking the “heroic quest” she had been hinting at for so long, I felt her execution was slipshod at best, at least until the very end of the novel.
Well, this movie is easily the best of the bunch. There are plenty of reasons why this is so: perhaps David Yates knew he had more time to play with (around 5 hours, if both films are the same length), so he used less of his razor to adapt the story; maybe the book translates the best into film form (something I reserved only for Chamber of Secrets and Prisoner of Azkaban previously); or maybe he knew that this was the end of the series, and it needed the best treatment of them all. Whatever the case, Deathly Hallows I does have some of the best storytelling in the series...provided you have some previous knowledge of it (and movies, sadly, don’t really cut it).
Let me get this part over with first: there is still a LOT that has been removed from this movie. For fans who have read the books, it’s obvious too. Remus Lupin loses ALL his scenes (as do pretty much every character who ISN’T Harry, Ron or Hermione) after the beginning, which is sad because his character had some of the best development in the book. Dudley Dursley misses out on his chance to show his heart (yet another scene from the book that was one of my favorites) in the face of adversity, Xenophilius Lovegood never gets his Snorkack Horn (insiders will know what I mean by this), and we never even hear Dean Thomas’ name (then again, we never actually do in the film series, which is yet another shame). We also never get to read any of Rita Skeeter’s words on Albus Dumbledore, which form such a huge part of the novel itself, which might actually be the greatest travesty of them all. Much of the motivations regarding, and indeed the story BEHIND, who Dumbledore was are all ignored, save for one or two snippets here and there within context.
Now this is well balanced out in many cases: the scene in Godric’s Hollow is still creepier than ever; reading the Tale of the Three Brothers is accompanied by an animated sequence that might just be the best part of the entire movie; and we get to see the actors who grew up with the parts truly mature into full grown adults, both in and out of character. Plus the Ministry Invasion scene remains ever faithful to the story at hand. And as for those long chunks of nothing that made the first half of the novel drag? Blessedly, they are all gone.
Daniel Radcliffe is stellar as ever, channeling the part of Harry better than I ever thought possible. Rupert Grint still is the quintessential Ron, and Emma Watson is, well...Emma Watson, and she handles the job of being Hermione admirably. The supporting cast is still very much at home in their roles, even if we never do see them. And Ralph Fiennes, as the deliciously evil Lord Voldemort, overacts his heart out, which is fitting given the role he plays. The movies always had wonderful casting, that fit into the book’s roles almost flawlessly, and this one is no different. The acting is still balanced out with cinematography that succeeds in transporting the audience into the scene, and allows them to almost see what the characters see.
At the end of the day, Deathly Hallows I is a wonderful adaptation of the first part of the final Harry Potter novel, and of course, if you are a fan of the books, you will probably love this movie. If you have never read any of them, then you might get confused at times, especially since they never really explain what happens from story to story, and often leave a lot of questions for the “uninitiated,” but you will still enjoy yourself. I eagerly await the next chapter of this tale.
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