If you didn’t know it already, I am a Harry Potter fan. Not the dress up like Hermione and sleep in line for the new book kind of fan, but enough to make sure I see it on opening day. And you also need to understand that Half Blood Prince was pretty much my least favorite book [because it dragged on] so I am not surprised I didn’t care for the movie as much as the others [because it dragged on].
But my real beef centers around three major “faults” of the movie. And here comes spoilers so shut your browser now if you don’t know what they did differently OR if you are the only person on the planet who does not know that the shocking end of this book is.
1. Sucky performances.
Nobody pulled their weight this time around. Sure, Emma Watson sucks as every time, that’s a given – but ALAN RICKMAN? One of the most talented actors of our time? When he declares himself the Half Blood Prince and it’s like he’s asking for tea? WHAT THE HELL EVER. I’m going to put in Snow Cake this weekend, Alan, don’t worry.
2. Harry is not held captive in the death scene.
In the book, when Dumbledore gets killed, Harry has been shoved under his invisibility cloak and has a spell cast on him, rendering him silent and immobile. It would have been so much more emotional for Daniel Radcliffe, not to mention it’s terribly important plot point just in general. But no, they just had Harry standing there like a pansy ass. Pansy ASS. I wanted to throw my half eaten popcorn tub at the screen. [Cause *that’s* just how long the movie was. That I actually made it through *half* my popcorn.]
3. No funeral for Dumbledore.
When I read the end of Half Blood Prince, Bryan had to come check on me. I was curled over, convulsing, crying my bloody heart put for this old wizard and this amazing funeral and the image of a phoenix crying and singing and mourning him. The end of the movie was the LAMEST REPRESENTATION of that I could ever have imagined. LAME LAME LAMEITY LAME. David Yates, I hope all those people who *do* dress up and sleep in line for books give you a piece of their mind.
But alas. I can’t say I *hated* it. There was still so much of the of the the story that I love and enjoyed watching. And in David Yates defense, he definitely hired an amazing cinematographer.
I just wanted my damn funeral.