…just after noon Mountain Time today. Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows Part 2 made me cry (3 tissues worth), complete with ugly cry face. Make fun of me all you want; I refuse to feel any shame in that. Movies that I consider to be good do have a profound affect on me, and there’s nothing wrong with allowing yourself to feel that emotion. The slightly underwhelming ending had me, and it felt like many others, leaving the theater in a somber mood. It’s over.
I think the epilogue was added to give us closure – life does go on, but it also leaves us wanting the story to continue. I wanted to see a cleaned-up and rebuilt Hogwarts. No such luck. I want to know who the Headmaster is 19 years later. I want to know what became of certain other characters that weren’t shown in the epilogue. Was that a circle of life that is now somehow going to repeat itself?
Rowling could have written endlessly, and I don’t think we would ever be completely satisfied. This is why I’m curious about a new experience in the works: Pottermore. It seems like it will encourage a whole new generation to buy and read the complete series. I hope kids do keep reading and not just rely on the movies. Reading brings a whole different experience as each reader imagines the wizarding world and all its characters in their own unique ways.
For now, we’re left to mourn the end of a magically imaginative era while we wait for this final movie’s release on DVD.