Meh

So I gave up the better part of a day's work, to see the new Harry Potter movie this morning. Shoulda known better, shouldn't I? I've read the book. Which was long and flabby and kinda drab, because everybody has to do their special dance, and by the time you've fitted in all those special dances there's no hope of sustaining tension through all the thumpety-thumpety-thumpety plot points. And, guess what? The film is just the same. Long, flabby, drab. Except that the special dances are all the more pointed, because they're all special actors: so you get your two minutes of Richard Griffiths doing his thing, and your two minutes of Maggie Smith doing her thing, and and and. It's just ... not interesting, y'know? I was mildly bored throughout. Seldom even actively irritated, it doesn't stir up enough engagement for that.

Good kitty-plates, though. If you do go see it - and I just know that some of you will - then watch out for the kitty-plates. We wants them, we does.

And after the film there was lunchtime drinking, as there had to be, which is why it cost us the better part of a day's work, my precious; and now, well, bleah. I have to sign some bookplates for a bookshop in South Africa, and apart from that my time's my own, because I'm out to dinner again tonight, and I don't know what to do with it. Again.