I am kinda in love with
Deathly Hallows: Part 1. I'd go see it again in a heartbeat this instant. I did not even pee ONCE! during this movie (which is sort of a record for me; I had to pee three times during the digitally remastered
A New Hope.).
Don't get me wrong. The movie could have used a lot more Neville and Luna, but they're like cowbell. Everything could always use more Neville and Luna. Other than teensy quibbles (teensy quibbles are teensy!), this is pretty much a perfect film.
( SPOILERS )Parting words of warning tonight, my friends. When your mother-in-law gives you a cookbook at Thanksgiving, and you're reading it from cover to cover like you do, do not decide that the following recipe "to be served at a ladies luncheon" sounds like a refreshing drink to have whilst blogging.
One cup orange juice, one cup tomato juice, fourth of a cup of white wine, juice of one lemon, pinch of sugar, pinch of salt, fresh parsley.
It is not. Refreshing that is. It *is* quite disgusting. Arm yourselves.