Do you know that feeling inside your stomach you get after watching a great film, reading a great book, or listening to a great piece of music? That knot that seems to radiate pangs of aching emptiness and happiness?
That is not quite the feeling you get after watching Harry Potter And The Deathly Hallows Part 2, the finale of the eight Harry Potter films made from the seven books by J K Rowling . Instead, what you get is an overwhelming feeling of: If Only.
Don't get me wrong, Harry Potter And The Deathly Hallows Part 2 is a juggernaut of a movie, epic at times, poetic at others. Actually, it is so good that you wish all the films had been this good.
Especially after watching the trio of Daniel Radcliffe , Emma Watson (too pretty to be Hermione, but that's not a complaint) and Rupert Grint mature into such fine actors. They have become Harry Potter, Hermione Granger and Ron Weasley; that is their triumph. These are roles of a lifetime, and the kids deserve a round of applause.
As do the entire ensemble cast. Maggie Smith playing the strict but loving Professor Minerva McGonagall, Alan Rickman as the misunderstood Severus Snape, Helena Bonham Carter (an absolute hoot playing Hermione play Bellatrix on Polyjuice Potion) as the manic Bellatrix Lestrange, and Ralph Fiennes, who plays Lord Voldemort with rare aplomb. Even Evanna Lynch as Luna Lovegood and Matthew Lewis as Neville Longbottom really flower in this one.
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