I’m not ready for the last Harry Potter movie.
I’m ready for the deaths of key characters. I’m ready for the war. What I’m absolutely not ready for is the credits.
The first movies of the series filled us with wonder as we first saw Hogwarts in all its glory. Hagrid’s Hut. The Shrieking Shack. Now, we’ll see it all be dismembered pixel by pixel in vivid computer animation. At least I’ll only be seeing it in 2D (Yes I bought my tickets already).
Once those credits roll: That’s it. There’s no more. It’s over.
No more movies. No more anticipation. No more hours-long discussion over how they’re going to handle different parts of the books in the next movie. No more debate over whether something is going to be changed. No more releases of studio pictures. Cast interviews. Trailers. Nothing!
The journey of reading the books for the first time is long over. The end of that was painful as well.
Now, we’ll have to say goodbye to its celluloid legacy. It’s going to be a theater full of people crying, and I’m not prepared for that at all. It’s going to be like Toy Story 3.