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Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows, part 1

We were afraid it’d turn into one of those occasions when we just never get there; what with so many things conspiring against us and deciding they were more important than the new Harry Potter film. But hardy as we are, Daughter and I, we crawled out of bed for the early Sunday screening, three weeks into the HP season.

I don’t think we’ve ever been this late before.

The HP films have been an uneven lot, but I can safely say I liked this one. Unfinished though it was. If you didn’t know better, you’d think Voldemort had won. (He hasn’t, has he?)

Robbie Coltrane and Daniel Radcliffe, Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows, part 1 - © Warner Brothers Entertainment Inc

People die. Not so many in part one, so more of the fun will have been saved for next time. I don’t care much for the snake. S’cuse me, Nagini. A little bit on the hungry side for my comfort.

Nice scenery, with plenty of Geology for the student next to me. Some silly romance stuff. A Mr Darcy moment (he’s still too young for us to lust after!).

If it weren’t for the fact that Hermione should be not pretty, I have to admit to having been won over by Emma Watson, and it’s not something I say lightly. Rupert Grint on the other hand…

I need a handbag like Hermione’s. And I love the tent, even if I couldn’t cram it into that handbag. That girl can really pack. Oh, it’s magic? Never mind, she can still pack, and she knows what will come in handy.

Rupert Grint and Daniel Radcliffe, Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows, Part 1 - © Warner Brothers Entertainment Inc.

That tedious Polyjuice from book two certainly comes into its own here, disgusting though it is. Daughter enjoyed the film as a film, but had to go and point out quite how many changes they’ve done and how some things aren’t even in the book! Fancy that. Luckily I only read the book once, so I don’t recall every minutest detail, making me ever so tolerant.

I think I would like to re-read all seven books. So if Emma Watson could Polyjuice me some extra time over Christmas? Thank you.

Daniel Radcliffe and Emma Watson, Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows, part 1 - © Warner Brothers Entertainment Inc.

Am still very fond of the Phelps twins, i.e. Fred and George, and that will end in tears. I know. Also find Evanna Lynch really successfully flaky as Luna. Slightly disconcerting to have the Queen Mother – aka Helena Bonham Carter – as the beautifully menacing Bellatrix.

I’m all for them having divided the last book into two films. It’d be mad not to have done so. But I would have liked to have access to both parts within a shorter period of time. We finished on a (sort of) cliffhanger of a different kind than what you get in proper series of books/films.

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Enid

No matter how awful Enid Blyton may have been, I loved her books, and after finally watching the BBC film Enid, I still have no reason to disapprove of her books. Enid herself is another matter, but people don’t have to be nice to be successful or popular.

It was quite enlightening to see what End Blyton may have been like. I suspect the caveat at the beginning that this was a work of fiction, means that rather more than I’d like to think was made up. I can see the point of ‘improving’ facts a little for entertainment, however.

But Enid also had that same fault that we tend to get in ITV’s Agatha Christie adaptations, where the scriptwriters forget to consider whether people really behaved like that at a particular time. We may all be much the same deep inside, but outward behaviour has changed. School children fifty years ago didn’t behave like today’s children do, even if you dress them up to look old-fashioned.

Nor do I believe that the press were quite like that, hounding any famous person stepping out of a car. Did prewar children really write that many fan letters to Enid Blyton? It would never have occurred to me that it was possible to do, and I was a fan while Enid was still alive. Book signings with clamouring children waving books all over the place. Did they happen?

Husband number one referred to the Famous Five before the war, and later on Enid is seen writing the first FF book. The third pregnancy happened at the ‘wrong’ time too, if we’re to judge her age. In fact, did it happen? The more I think about this, the more I feel it was sensational journalism masquerading as a docu-film.

But I am glad I can’t interview Enid Blyton. Or perhaps she would have been perfectly charming?