Harry Potter and the Goblet of Meh, and other things of musing nature

Visually lovely, oh my yes. I want one of those mini magic dragns! And overall it did as good a job as it could in the running time I suppose.

But the sense of depth and scope and texture we've had in previous movies? The things that make the books such oversized feasts? Missing. A gaping hole of missing, in fact.

I enjoyed it, don't get me wrong. But I have no desire to see it again. Interesting. I've dealt with adaptions before, and not had this extreme a reaction. Did they gut the story? Or am I just becoming disenchanted? Need to ponder that some more.



And tomorrow is a full day of work and then I'm off for the Great Gilman Festival of Family until Sunday. If my mom didn't make a pecan pie this year, I shall know she truly doesn't love me (she didn't make one last year and I fell onto the floor and wept. Okay, I pouted on the sofa. The point was made, nonetheless)


I have many things I am thankful for this year, but they boil down to three basics, in mostly reverse order:

my health
my career's health
my best-beloveds, friends and family without whom health and career would be pointless. I love you guys.

Okay, yes, and the felines. Even when they do wake me up at 4am.