Seeing Harry Off
Friday, July 15th, 2011Last night – or was it only this morning – I was at the Paramount waiting in line with my 14-year-old for our turn to see the last Harry Potter movie.
We thought we smartly arrived at 10:30 to get in line and into the theater.
I have a rueful “ha” for that one.
The end of the line snaked towards the back of the building and ended somewhere on the north end of the block near Chestnut. The line to go in did not start moving until after 11 pm. We would not get a chance to get concessions before the movie.
Luckily, we were around people willing to talk to us. One woman talked about how she listened to the audio books and how great the voice actor was at creating the different voices. Her husband cautioned me not to reveal any spoilers as she had not finished the 7th book yet.
So we talked about all of the costumes we saw – Hagrid, Bellatrix, Mad-eye and, of course, Harry. Girls wore costumes with touched of the Gryffindor colors, wizarding robes were all over the place. Mr. Mad-Eye had a flask on him.
I should have asked to see his sneak-a-scope. Opportunity lost.
A couple who had been behind us came back down the line and I motioned them over so they could be in their rightful space. They had been smart and went off for concession snacks. (BTW Dennis, thanks for the Lemonade. I owe you one.)
Once we got in and found our seats – at the very front – we waited about 20 minutes before the movie started. That was enough time for me to get in the line for the ladies’ room.
The crowd cheered when the trailers started. We roared when the movie started with little pre-amble. As the movie rolled along and hi-lights from the book were hit, we cheered or were silent as need be.
What I can say about the movie is that the Hogwarts we knew will be destroyed. It will be fantastical and heartbreaking. Professors will do spells they have always wanted to do and your heart will break as the dead bodies pile up as if this was a Shakespearean tragedy.
If that was true, the ending would be bleaker than it is. But this movie – and the book – wants us to know there is light at the end of the tunnel. Despite all that is terrible right now, it will get better.
As we waited outdside, I noticed 8-, 9- and 10-year-old children in line to see the movie. Let me be blunt and state I am not sure this movie is for them. The theme is about the horrors of war, about good struggling against an all-encompsing evil. The worst of the death scenes take place with a divider between us and the victim. But the sounds, the thumps, the attacks are unmistakable.
Let this movie wait for them to grow up a little bit. In case you think I am being cruel to your kids and not my own, let me disclose that my 10-year-old daughter is desperate to see this movie. She is on the seventh book as we speak. But so far my opinion is that I want her to wait a year or two before she sees it and several years before my 6-year-old can get a look.
Was the movie worth all of the tears I cried, the late hour in which I came home with my son and the inability to sleep until 5 am?
There is no other answer than “Yes.” I would do it again. In fact, I want to see this movie again. There is so much that I have missed. And, perhaps, I am not ready to let go of Harry just yet. If I see the movie one more time, he will not be out of my life completely.
Then again, I still have all seven books.
Karyn Bowman is also known as Mom Goes to the Movies. She lives in Kankakee County with her outdoor writer husband and four children. Become friends with Karyn on Facebook or send an e-mail to momgoestothemovies@sbcglobal.net.

