I didn’t see Harry Potter on opening night for two reasons:
- I know how it ends.
- I don’t really care about it anymore.
But, I should qualify that last one.
I used to love it with a fiery passion of a million burning suns. I helped man Gulliver’s Books opening night party for Book 6 and attended a book opening party in Vancouver, B.C. for Book 7. I’ve seen 4, 5 and 6 on opening night in costume. I’ve gone to Potter-themed events dressed as Remus Lupin, Rodolphus Lestrange and Regulus Black. I also went to see one of the films as Dorian Grey-ala-The League of Extraordinary Gentlemen but that’s beside the point.
In my opinion, it’s tired. Nothing new in the Potterverse has come out since Book 7 (no, the Tales of Beedle the Bard don’t count). The films are not “new”. Nothing new occurs; the books are simply rehashed via film according to David Heyman’s vision. Which is okay.
I guess really it comes down to boredom. I’ve read the books, written fanfiction, laughed at the parodies, listened to the music (both OST and fan-made), obsessed over finding display pictures for my MSN Messenger, played the video games (PlayStation 1, Gamecube and Wii) and seen the films. Potter is no longer my bottle of butterbeer, I suppose. I guess for me Potter has simply jumped the Quidditch Pitch. Oh well, it was a fantastic Portkey-of-a-ride it was while it happened.
We’ll always have Hogwarts, Harry.