Laura Stone (stoney321) wrote,
Laura Stone

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Sundries on a Saturday night

And now I have S-A-T-U-R-D-A-Y: night! In my head. HEED! DOON! NOO! Mike Meyers makes me laugh. "If it's noo Scootish, it's CRAP!"

Tiiiiny little flist trim, nothing to worry about, some folks I haven't conversed with in a long time, or interests changed, or... Just keeping a tight ship. Doesn't mean I won't still check your LJ out, just not with my morning coffee every day. It's only LJ!!

Loved it. LOVED it. Wanted another hour. Or five. I know a lot of people are going to be pissed about things being cut, or plot elements from the book changed - small spoiler: no Dobby etc. - but I'm quite glad, actually - it wouldn't have worked with the movie - but I thought they did a fantastic job of whittling down 700+ paged to a less than 3 hour-long movie.

I have ALWAYS been a Ron fan, and I remain a Ron fan, and now that the twins let their hair be a bit longer, GUH. And WHOA with the Ron/Harry love. Sue? YEP. And the director didn't get the memo that Hermione is crushing on RON, not Harry. Because if you didn't know? You'd believe Hermione was in looove with Harry.

I finally am cool with Michael Gambon as Dumbledore. (Dumblydorre) In PoA, I thought he was too frenetic, too energetic to play Dumbledore, because Richard Harris wasn't. But then I re-read the series and remembered that Dumbledore (who fucks no Americans! - heee!) is funny. Quirky. Sparkles, regardless of his age. And I get it. Snape isn't used as much (I have serious Alan Rickman love), but I thought the direction left him more sympathetic to Harry than sinister, which is odd.

It was scary, beautiful, heart-breaking, and lovely. And that's all I have to say about that. [/Forrest Gump] Oh, and Cedric's Dad? *heart breaks* WHERE IS THE CEDRIC/HARRY FIC? Dude. Harry was CRUSHING on Cedric. Hee! Even my husband thought that.

Now for the IMPORTANT STUFF. The Chronicles of Narnia Trailer.

Anne of Green Gables and the Chronicles of Narnia are HUGE parts of my childhood. I always lived in a fantasy world when I was a kid. My grandmother got on to my mom when I was four - back when I would only come when called the RIGHT make-believe name - and it was one of 20 - for letting me "live in gee dee make believe. She ain't gonna know what's real when she grows up."

My dad dislocated his back when I was three when I shrieked, "DON'T SIT ON DOKA!!" Doka? My imaginary cat. For three weeks I was "Cindy" who lived in "the towers and made bubblegum and [was] married to Boyfriend." So what I'm getting at is: I come by my crazy honestly. Heh. Well formulated worlds, deep and rich? Yeah. That's my first love. Which explains my blind devotion to Star Wars. Dialogue? Crap. But the VISUALS! They are REAL PLACES.

I totally identified with Anne and her Katie-in-the-Glass friend. Her love of fantasy, of dreaming... And the Chronicles of Narnia were the first books my dad gave me for ME to read. To myself. And I'd go out to his shop, prop my face up on my hands and talk to him about the latest chapter, and he talked to me about the symbolism, the story, etc. I was 8. He talked to me like I was his equal. That was a very special thing for me.

Am I the only one who opened every closet I came to? Every door? Feeling the back to see if it would lead to snow and Mr. Tumnus and all of it? I watched the specials over and over again. Read the books every summer - up until my first child was born, honestly. Are they great works of literature? Not hardly. But when Aslan is tied to the Great Stone Table, and the girls hold themselves? It's the same as Matthew telling Anne she's "his girl" as he dies from a heart attack. *clutches chest*

Precious, hard, and wonderful moments from my childhood - those "rites of passage" made easier through the comfort of my book friends.

So the trailer was before HP. And I know there are those who listened to the CoN on the radio, and it seemed small to you, but to me? Narnia was vast. It was a wild and untamed America in my head. (Shh. I know it's a UK product. Point of reference for me as a child is all) And it looks beautiful and solemn and majestic, and please, oh please do not let it be bad. I teared up a little bit. That little girl in a nightdress down to her ankles who snuck books under the cover with a stolen flashlight to finish "one more chapter" got a glimpse of one of her most favorite made-up worlds that is real - if only I read it enough and dream enough and believe harder...

She got very excited.
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