Right, so this is probably the most embarrassing blog post ever written.

Every time a new Harry Potter movie comes out, I wonder if this will be the time I am finally a grown up and stop leaving the theatre thinking (sometimes secretly and sometimes out loud), "GOD I wish magic was real so badly." Deathly Hallows Part Two is my last chance to be a real person, you guys.*

Tonight I went to see Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows Part One for the second time. The first time was free though, which I'm pretending makes that less lame. My friend Heather had been given free passes from her place of work, and at that screening there had been free popcorn and drinks and actors dressed up as professors from Hogwarts doing imitations of them and talking to all the patrons of the theatre as if we were students. It was both great and lame, which is one of my favourite precariously balanced states. I came for the free stuff and stayed for the RON.

Now, I did not make this Rupert Grint collage, but I would. (Not really, but I make mind-collages of him on the regular.) He is a beautiful ginger man who I love a lot. My love of gingers is well documented, and this movie franchise features a large ginger family, the lone female of which is so redheadedly seductive she snares the hero of the entire thing, so obviously I'm all about it.

Gingers aside, the movie is actually really great. Voldemort is really scary and there are a lot of scenes that STRESSED ME OUT, but sometimes you just have to deal with a snake biting you through the screen and implicitly eating a recently murdered human. You know how children's films are. Splitting it up into two parts makes a lot of sense, as the book is huge and this is the only chance they have at covering as much of it as possible. Plus, you know, double the profits, blah blah.

The music in this installment of the Teenage Emotions part of the Harry Potter series was great, and even though by now the audience is all really familiar with how the spells work and what apparating looks like, the magic/action scenes were really interesting and well done. Plus, RON.

He is hilarious and dopey and charming in a way that were he and I both actually 17 and I was his longtime friend from Potions class and other magical hijinx at our special school for wizards with our celebrity orphan Chosen One pal, I would be super into him. LIGHTEN UP HERMIONE.

Ron gets really emotional (Everyone in Harry Potter world is emotional all the time now. Wizard hormones are even more dramatic than muggle hormones, apparently.) at a few different points in the film, and the audience lost it in both theatres I went to. To be fair, the dialogue during Ron's outbursts is pretty embarrassing. But I also think that is what made it accurate. Think about your teenage livejournal (shut up, you had one), or the song lyrics you thought were soooo deeeep in high school that you just had to write them on your binder. That kind of crap is exactly what an awkward ginger teenager would use to emote! I know because I was one! And if he'd done that to me I'd have been into it! And then we'd make out at my locker! He'd let me wear his Gryffindor sweater and then I'd make coy teenager jokes about the length of his wand while never intending to actually touch his 'wand'!

... I did not have a boyfriend in high school, at all. In case that was in any way unclear.

*But wouldn't it just be SO GREAT if it was?!