Or, the epic vs. the personal
We watched Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows Part II over the weekend. While I wouldn’t consider myself a crazy-obsessive fan, I admit to having read every book at least twice. It’s a matter of practicality; my brain is like a sieve and I needed a refresher before jumping into each new book. Overall, I’m pleased with the series’ translation to film. It wasn’t perfect, but nothing is. What I missed the most when things ended up on the cutting room floor were the little character moments, bits the story could do without (in that they could be easily removed without the plot collapsing), but which made the books so much richer. It’s perfectly understandable – a two and a half hour movie doesn’t have the same luxury to explore every nuance as an eight hundred-page book. After all, that’s part of the reason people still read.
Something that only struck me with the last film adaptation was J.K. Rowling’s relentless insistence on characters. Even when spells are flying and the world is coming to an end, it’s all about the characters.
Spoilers below the cut.