Empty on the Inside

So, there's a Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows trailer:





I really do feel like I should have some sort of emotional reaction to this, but I just...don't. The closest the movies ever got to really solid was Alfonso CuarĂ³n turn helming Harry Potter and the Prisoners of Azkaban, and all the teenaged social stuff in Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire. The movies have always been an elaborate, inconsistent homage, a way of feeling like the novels are continuing forward when they aren't. I've gotten more pleasure out of the better fan fiction in that particular universe. There are some feats you can't pull off without a unified creative vision. Making the movies worthy of Rowling's best turns of phrase and plot twists is one of them. I don't care how much CGI you have--no one will make the Silver Doe as surprising and touching as it was in the novel, and no one will be able to recreate the tragedy and inevitability of the Snitch's secret. I don't even want to think about how they're going to fail to live up to King's Cross, a development that I found infuriating and a cop-out and that still makes me weep.