Searching for Harry Plotter
Just to make sure I wasn’t missing out on all the hype that’s mystifying the rest of the world, I went to see Harry Potter this weekend with Liz . What I discovered was that I’m far more out of touch then I ever suspected.
After two hours of what could only be considered “character development” I remembered something about a stone being in the subtitle of the movie. “Yeah”, the little voice of revelation said, “Harry Potter and the Sorcerer’s Stone.” About fifteen minutes later, the plot line for the sorcerer’s stone was introduced. Maybe ten-year-old boys are more forgiving for meandering plot lines that show no end of the movie in sight. But my ass, at the time, wasn’t.
In hindsight, I guess I didn’t mind too much. It brought some much needed escapism into my weekend, even if I feared it was never ending.
For the child inside of me who refuses to grow up, though, no other movie is going to beat Spider-man.