I didn’t like reading as a kid. I couldn’t ever keep up with language beyond what a second grader could understand, character names and faces became mushed into one mashed-potato-mess… my reading comprehension skills just sucks. So no, I didn’t read the first Harry Potter before seeing the movie.
Before I get into how marvelous the first movie was and how it changed my life (blah, blah, blah…), I want to ask you to imagine something. Imagine this was the only Harry Potter movie ever made. This was such a simple time, before the movies got so much finding for crazy special effects (like turning Voldemort into Frosted Flakes at the end- what the hell was that???!?). Imagine this was a complete standalone. It would be one of those films to show up on some channel you usually pass by on the guide, and you’ll say, “Oh yeah, I remember that movie!!” and watch it for old time’s sake. Every time I watch “Harry Potter and the Sorcerer’s Stone” again, I pretend like this is the situation. Try it. It’s such a nice experience. Everything seems to much different and innocent. The actors, the production- it’s all so honest and pure. I don’t know what I mean by that exactly but I MEAN it.
The whole movie is covered in this warm blankie of orange and yellow. Of course, this blankie gets mangier and darker as each movie progresses, not only because the films themselves became so much more popular and less intimate, but because the Wizarding World slowly descends into hell as we move along.
Anyway, as a girl who used to pride herself on being a witch on the school playground, this movie was revolutionary to me. Like, wait a minute- someone has dreamt up my dream world! A whole school where kids get to do magic? The school is a castle? There are unicorns outside of this magic school castle? Ignoring the whole “evil Lord Voldemort who is kinda like Hitler with the whole pureblood domination” thing, this whole world sounded too good to be true!! This J.K Rowling must be pretty cool!
The first Harry Potter film’s “humble” 974.8 million dollar box office success was encapsulated by “Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallow Part 2” 1.342 billion box office extravaganza. I’m a huge Potter fan. Really. I have a tattoo and a room full of Potter paraphernalia to prove it (like a homemade sorting hat, the Marauder’s map, the Elder Wand, a few house scarves, to name a few). But can I say I really enjoyed the last few films? No. I hate that it’s a no, but it is. For a long time, I thought it was merely the fact that the situation for Harry and his friends was getting way too real and way too dark. They were, and as they got older, your perspective was forced to change. These weren’t little kids anymore, and they faced finality in the last few films. Even more so, Harry is no longer as enamored with the whole “wizarding-world-magic-thing”. It became the norm, and almost burdensome.
But it wasn’t just that. It’s that the films became so saturated and they were ultimately just huge money makers.
Wait, what am I saying???? I knew I shouldn’t start writing about Harry Potter. Once I start talking about anything it turns into a rant. Please note: Harry Potter is one of my favorite things in life!!
Ok let’s end on a good note cause I’m getting mad.
“Harry Potter and the Sorcerer’s Stone” (or Philosopher’s Stone, is you’re not from the U.S) was such a great film that continues to make me feel all warm and fuzzy on the inside. Magic exists! The end.