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Harry Potter’s Final Scene Destroyed Me

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(Apologies for the slightly-clickbait title.)

Through the last month of two, I watched the entire Harry Potter franchise for the first time with my brother. Only Prisoner of Azkaban and Order of the Phoenix stood as films I’d consider above average; indeed, I did not care for this series. The writing always had this simplicity to it that was almost mocking of how dark and serious its tone wanted to be after the second film, along with random twists to add to the flavor of predictable narrative formula. But this post isn’t a critique on the Harry Potter franchise. It is the result of a powerful emotional response to the final scene in the last movie of the series, a response so sudden and overdramatic that it drove my brother to fits of giggles. Only fitting that a film franchise that left me with little emotional immersion would save its most fitting performance for last.

It was the shining star that guided me to demoting The Deathly Hallows Part 2 to an instant 1/10. Also, huge spoilers ahead. Continue reading “Harry Potter’s Final Scene Destroyed Me” →

The Triumph of Cookie Monson

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With every bit of sugar left in the bowl, the woman poured the sweet material into the mouth of the begging son. Elated, the son licked his lips and ran out of the kitchen with a spring in each step. The woman smiled and placed the bowl in the sink, for a bath it will need. She opened a drawer below the sink and retrieved a large canister full of liquid. The canister was clear; the material may have been plastic, but the content was a dark red goop. Along the side of the canister was an imprint that had faded with time. What was left was a half-dissolved printing of a circle, yellow and black. The woman placed the canister of unknown content onto the kitchen table. She flipped a switch on the far side of the kitchen to turn off one of two lights among the kitchen ceiling. With half of the room darkened, the woman left the room. The begging son entered.

My computer has gone through a reboot and has become “fixed,” for now. That being said, I shall return to my endless days of watching terrible Eastern-based cartoons. Oh, joy.