I opted out of the opening day HP madness. Instead, I chose to watch the film at a decent hour with minimal contact with children and/or loud, popcorn crunching movie-goers. I chose the drive-in. Yes, retro, sweaty, car-side movie watching is my solution to ensure a peaceful, no-interruptions HP finale. I’ve even packed a picnic dinner with lots of treats. It should be fun.
I’m not going to go on about my HP history; the books always meant more to me, but the movies have been enjoyable. Most of my HP-watching crowd has dispersed, giving in to the claims of adulthood, so this final movie will lack the fanfare of costumes and quotes. It is what it is.
marginalia and such 