the (apparently) dissenting view

And so I have seen HP & tPoA.

I wish I could say I loved it. I didn't.

Mind you, I liked it. A lot. Hogwarts became three-dimensional to me for the first time (before it was just a setting), and the kids are growing up well, and believably, and made me remember what it was like to be 13-going-on-30 (in a word, horrible). And S. and L. were pretty much exactly as I pictured them.

So what was the problem?

Damned if I know. Dumbledore the second filled those large shoes admirably. Emma Thompson was a delight. Robbie C can't not be wonderful in that role. And yet...

I think, maybe, that while adapting the book more freely than the first two movies made a better cinematic experience, it wasn't as emotionally satisfying. I missed the material that was cut. I missed the depth of emotion the book wrapped me in.

And I seem to be the only person in Creation who doesn't want a hippogriff. Buckbeak was beautifully done, as real as I could imagine, but I don't want one. I'd still settle for an owl.

Just call me the Cranky Critic.


On the other hand, coming out and seeing the kids all geared up for the midnight showing of RHPS did make me smile. I never want to be that young again, but gods, to have that kind of energy and exuberance...

on writing (var & sundry)

Weekend word count is, sadly, only around 1500. I suck. I suck like a hoover on high. *droop*

I console myself with the thought that the characters are starting to develop distinct personalities and attitudes, and have even, in one case, started talking back to me. I can see threads of other people flowing into them, twisting and turning and filling out the skins to make someone entirely new. It's neat. It comforts me while I suck.

Not all characters evolve like that. Wren and Sergei arrived as adults, and slowly are letting me in on their secrets. But this trio is different. I suspect I'm going to be unbearably fond of them before long. Which will make it so much the harder to hurt them the way they're going to get hurt....

I suspect the lack of food may be impacting my writing. Just not hungry. Total food count since Friday night has been an Ensure (strawberry), a slice of plain pizza, and small container of movie theater popcorn. Some toast this morning. And a lot of diet coke and black tea. Of course, I consumed masssive calories on Friday, so...

Anyone out there notice any correlation between food consumed and words produced? Would be interesting to chart, see who does better hungry, and who not. I have a friend who writes best while consuming nothing more than black coffee and pop tarts. Bleah.

Oh, and for some interesting reading on what we think of interstit-who?, check out matociquala's pad. I'm the one in the corner being cranky.

That is all.