Thursday, July 16, 2009

Sweet Songs For Bball Warm Up

Eaters Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince


not want to be a review, but only a personal comment about the movie saw it yesterday.

course contains spoilers.


Comments superficial and fast these days on the sixth film invaded any means of communication. Further confirmation that the name of Harry Potter is a phenomenon, an event. But we already knew that, right?

The adaptation of the book has convinced me. Discounted, useless, impossible to expect a film without cuts. The two blocks were the most sacrificed Gaunt and the origins of the Prince, the first totally non-existent, the second treated with little attention. However, at least the absence of Gaunt, in my opinion it can be justified, and for the economy of the plot does not hurt that much. Yates is the problem of wanting to lose - I do not know what would - in the less important scenes, the entr'actes, splitting the film dark and tense with (too) silly jokes and actions, are so special that are part of the history and atmospheres, but must be at the expense of the plot, and inevitably are the resulting cuts. And reducing the share of the other secondary characters. Yates continues to invade the scenes of comedy, which we can be, but the good thing too, always. The way she remembers Mike Newell, the forerunner of this style. Way of doing business that makes it all so ...

The recitation of Radcliffe seemed to me a little better the last two films (pitiful), even though I recognize that it's still a piece of wood. Good (as always), Grint and Watson, the first for a spontaneous way to play Ron Weasley, the second for a confirmation in recitative, in the part of jealous Hermione softly. Praise also to Tom Felton, at ease in the role impanicato Draco and psychologically devastated, and the two young actors who embody the memories Voldemort. Apart from Snape (perfect and smooth this time) and Gambon (too much like Gandalf the Grey and light years away from Dumbledore's books and the first two films), the rest of the cast appears very old, unfortunately. While the newcomer Jim Broadbent proves to be perfectly in the spirit of the character of Slughorn.

In terms of set design and photography is satisfied and enlightened. The spectacular scenery and visual effects. The characteristic atmosphere of the places described in the books is often made good as never before, with expressively at Hogwarts, the rickety stairs of the Burrow, Ron cozy room, the screams of joy in the lounge, not to mention the wonderful and gigantic joke shop of Fred and George. The details were noted more than in other films. A meticulous work to bring the flavors on the screen and the small nuances of great books.

soundtrack in this sixth chapter is a serious offense. A convenient recycling of parts of the fifth film and some references to the old themes of John Williams music. A few good point, but the effective weight of melodies you hear.

The inclusion of new scenes is a great idea, and does not damage or prejudice the story. The initial attack by Death Eaters and the fire of London Tana tense moments are reminiscent of what is the air we breathe beyond the confines of Hogwarts. New scenes that are sure to throw into the mix the likes of Tonks and Lupin, totally apart for the rest of the film.

conclusion, I liked the film, the emotion was there, and all in all it was as I imagined. The failure to see a film that does justice to the book for me was never a problem. The plot has changed, all agree on this, but that's okay for me. It will not objective, that will not take much ... I just look at the Hogwarts castle and some effect Special to stay happy and andarme away with the fantasy for two and a half hours, which is also what I'm trying to be this film.

Tuesday, July 14, 2009

2003 Gmc Yukon Check Engine Light On

Back to Shell Cottage



In life, there are few faithful friends. The real ones, which would give my life for you, those who would kill you also, for the boundless capacity to defend itself and the immense affection. Lucky enough to find friends and have a side so it does not happen at all, a happy place in which to find help and always will to live.
I dedicate this story - who also wants to be a small celebration of cinema from tomorrow to the next chapter in the rooms - a single character. Maybe the most beautiful, out of the fantasy of Jo Rowling: Dobby the house elf. A symbol (perfect) fidelity.

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It was near Shell Cottage alone. It was all so real, but Harry knew that he was in one of his dreams, a mist enveloping everything, the air of sleek gray.
The sound of the sea was the only sound around the rest of the sounds (wind, birds in the sky, the swaying of the trees) were acoustically isolated, perhaps the fault of the fog. Harry was quiet, and walked around the house watching every detail. Moving away from home ended up sitting on a rock, just a hundred yards away.
was concentrated in his thoughts when a small, muffled explosion startled him. From a puff of smoke on his right he saw a creature emerge all ears and eyes and pointed nose ...
- Dobby! - Exclaimed Harry. The elf gave a big smile - Harry Potter, sir! -
looked at each other for a few seconds without saying a word, then ...
- What are you doing here, Dobby? -
- I wanted to meet once again Harry Potter - the elf squeaked happily. This time it was Harry to smile, but sadly. - You're dead, Dobby -
- I know, but this is dream, Harry Potter. I died. And 'there - Dobby said pointing at something nearby, near the roots of a tree - my grave. Harry Potter has dug for me, no magic -
- Yeah, I remember - said Harry. "Here lies Dobby, a free elf."
- Do not be sad, Harry Potter! Dobby is happy, Dobby is free and peaceful now.
- I'm glad, Dobby, really. But I wanted to save you. If you go back, I ...
- Come on, Harry Potter! That's fine. Harry Potter must not be sad for Dobby.
The elf smiled again, from my dear friend and a bit 'naive, smiled at Harry. Then without saying a word, snapped his fingers, as was his custom. A cloud of smoke engulfed the surrounding landscape while the thinned out, making slowly an infinite expanse of white.
The dream was over. Harry opened his eyes, put on his glasses, he realized he had tears from her face inumidido.

Monday, July 6, 2009

Where To Find Humoty Dumpty Potatoe Chips

Reading & Libraries




meeting room of Gryffindor. 9:00 pm


- Where have you been all afternoon? -
- I? Um. Be ', the library, of course. I started the task of Muggle Studies -
- But this review is to be delivered at the end of the semester, Hermione! -
- I know. But I have chosen the Muggle book to review, and since I had nothing to do ... -
- I understand. Already in mid-book. Anyway, I am past the library, and were not there. I find Harry, but there was not even him -
- Probably not you see me. I have always been there. Also, all afternoon, so far, I have not met anyone, I was reading ... I took notes ... I have stretched the draft memorandum to the review ... I signed the permission of the library to borrow the book, I ... -
- Hermione, I get it! Were you at the library, there is no need to list all the details of your "wonderful" afternoon spent in the company of ... -
- none, Ronald. I was always alone, I said -
- ... a Muggle book. But you, Hermione? You're weird. More than usual, mean. The readings Muggle you so upset? -
- Scolvolta? I'm not upset. I'm fine. I'm just a bit 'tired. I think I'll go to sleep. Yes, better sleep on it. Vado. Good night, Ron -

From hole to portray Harry enters

- Hello, Ron -
- Oh, Harry, hello. Where have you been? -
- I? I've been all afternoon in the library -



litanies: accadatuto you imagine what that afternoon in the library. What did Hermione, in addition to reading, what did Harry (who was not actually in the library), what has been lost Ron ...