There is family, acceptance, and social justice. You exhale at the close of Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows - Part 2 as you do at Dickens.
Will there be no end to his humiliation? There will. Is shame the key to the whole Potter series? We see Harry prove himself over and over and still wind up an outcast, a victim of his birth and even his own celebrity. The young actor I'll miss most is Evanna Lynch as Luna Lovegood, with her queerly fluted monotone. Goodbye to Maggie Smith and all those royal bit players. Goodbye to Rickman, who conveys Snape's tortured soul by inserting supernaturally longer pauses between syllables. Goodbye to Ralph Fiennes's Voldemort, who slowly evolved from primordial slime but stopped at the reptile stage and is here like a drug-addled rock star in his final days, surrounded by sycophants like Helena Bonham Carter in a fright wig. The climax is fully realized: the blitzkrieg-like attack on Hogwarts, the revelatory flashback involving the past of Alan Rickman's Professor Snape, and the final duel, rich in mythic splendor. Deathly Hallows - Part 2 features his and cinematographer Eduardo Serra's most expressive work, which you don't need to see in 3-D to be awed by. The director of movies 5 through 8, David Yates, goes for deep-toned Gothic horror, which doesn't make for highs and lows but a steady aura of doom. Movie Reviews In Which We Don't Quite Get To The Horcrux Of It Then Radcliffe went naked in Equus on Broadway and Watson went to Brown and dropped out and became a fashion plate. We met them when they were little and watched them go through puberty and have their first snogs. We also need a final look at Daniel Radcliffe as Harry, Emma Watson as Hermione and Rupert Grint as Ron. Here's a case where movies can add a bit of magic. In the novel, the climactic wand-off between Harry and Voldemort is notably lacking in grandeur. Rowling, good as she is, isn't a prose stylist: The films put interesting faces to names and fabulous designs to humdrum descriptions. The opening midnight screenings of Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows - Part 2 were completely sold out, even though most people knew the ending. And along with millions I had to know who lived and who got Avada Kedavra'ed as Potter-ites say. OK, I was one of 'em but it was Friday, I didn't have to get up the next morning. No, it's not as momentous a day as the one in 2007, when lunatics the world over queued up at midnight to buy the last book, Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows.
After a decade of saying it, I might never have cause to say it again.
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