a child is lost

I watched Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix three times at the cinema. The reason being I like it despite the rather unfavourable reviews. Of course there are friends who commented that the fifth instalment of HP is boring and that it contained too much talking. In comparison to the first four films, it would appear that book five starts to dwell deeper into emotions and feelings. And I humbly believe that it has the elementary rudiments of infatuated young teenagers and their raging hormones making them go blind.

Building an army, amassing supporters and training for combats have always been associated with adults or at least with boys who have attained the age of majority. Watching Harry and his friends battling the Death Eaters somehow didn't click with many of the audience. HP is no longer fun to watch. It has become deadly serious. Our wide-eye hero is no more a child. And so he cannot rely on the defense of immaturity and ignorance. The audience starts to be less merciful with their judgement.

When Harry mourns the passing of Cedric Diggory, it becomes a dark psychological journey into the mind of a marked wizard. His fears, anger and hatred boil under the surface of his lily-white skin. He faces his own demons when Voldemort invaded his thoughts and for a while was in his Dark Lord's control until -alas- love and truth prevailed.

Yeah, I know I am nuts.

Maybe I do get lost in movies like I do in life. There are times when I can't tell the difference between the reaction of a character in a movie and a person whose response is not scripted and determined by the director. And I ponder upon the reason why this person in real life is not doing what the character did in the movie? Isn't movie suppose to mirror life? Perhaps life is a condensed and blurred version of the simplicity in storytelling.

If I have a choice, I'd love to live in stories instead. I'd like to be Harry Potter.