Last night, with heavy heart and droopy eyelids, I embraced the final cinematic adaptation of
Harry Potter. For many of those who sat in the theatre alongside me, this was the end of a journey. For some, it was a simple finality to a series they had enjoyed, and for others it was the completion of an epic tale, a side-along Bildungsroman of their own development from child to young adult.
Few films have scrutiny comparable to that of the
Harry Potter franchise, which fans will dissect and magnify trivial cuts that were hard-pressed, but important, to be made.
Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows, Part 2 may not have lived up to everyone's expectations, but it did fine to live up for mine. More (spoiler-rific) after the jump.
