I’ll make this brief.
“Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows: Part 2” hits this weekend. It will be massive. The devoted will turn out and love it. The sense of grand closure will settle for many. But I’ll just have to cop here at the beginning to the fact that I cannot connect the dots on this series and likely never will.
I suppose I’ll just focus on what I did enjoy about the latest film, which I saw last night, rather than wallow in the overall displeasure. Who wants to be a spoilsport? A party-pooper? A wet blanket? A kill-joy? A fuddy-duddy?
Mercifully, the film clocks in at just over two hours, rather than blowing right on past the two-and-a-half-hour mark like most of the other films in the franchise. And since it’s largely built around action sequences and an overall vibe of suspense, it moved along nicely. I liked that.


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Another anniversary, this one considerably sadder. Ernest Hemingway (my favorite author) put a shotgun to his head 50 years ago today.
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I’m a bit down on Comic-Con this year. I’m just not all that excited, and nor are the studios, as a number of them seem to be pulling out of the annual preaching-to-the-choir festivities. And TV is taking over more and more, which isn’t a bad thing, but I just can’t keep up with the small screen these days. I’ll be on hand for a day or two, though. (The LA Soundgarden concert on July 22 will bring me back, however.)
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