Remember back in 1983 when the fated, final clash between two sparking sabres – one green, the other red – evoked the kind of wide-eyed wonderment that now, nearly three decades later, still manages to send a tingle down your spine?
I don’t. I was still six years away from being born. And as much as I have come to appreciate the Star Wars saga in the years since, its pleasures have always felt second-hand. Like they don’t truly belong to me.
But with Harry Potter, a character whose turbulent journey into adulthood has continually synchronised with my own, they do belong to me. The fated, final clash between two sparking wands – one green, the other red – evokes the kind of wide-eyed wonderment that, some four decades down the line, will still send a tingle down my spine. It hardly matters that Deathly Hallows Part 2 – like Return of the Jedi – is neither the best film of the series, nor the perfect conclusion to it. It’s what it represents that’s significant. And that’s the end of a saga. The end of an era. The end of my childhood.
Which sucks, really, because now all I have to look forward to are the bloomin’ prequels.
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So, with that piece of profundity out the way, I give you my immensely immature video review of Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows Part 2:
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