Azkaban
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Lots of PR whoring yesterday. Lunch at the Savoy first, for which I wore a proper shirt with buttons and long sleves. Very out of character for me, and elicited more than one comment about having clearly been for an interview.
I think, on reflection, I could probably have got away with a t-shirt. We ate fish cakes and shepherds pie while looking out on Savoy Street (the only road in London in which you drive on the right) in a long thin restaurant that looked like a 1930s train carriage crossed with a 1950s diner. Very yummy.
Then, last night, drinks in Leicester Square and PR tickets for Harry Potter at the Odeon. I’d been a bit dubious about going, but in the end did it for the contacts, so was pleasantly surprised by the film, and the fact it managed to make even a cinema full of adults jump three rows back at one point, then applaud as the credits rolled.
Way, way better than the first one, but then that’s not difficult. That one was far too faithful to the book, which meant the incidentals didn’t really translate all that well to screen. Would I pay to see this one again? No. Would I recommend it to anyone else? Hmmm… tricky one. Probably not. I enjoyed it but I’d not have been too worried to have missed it.
Of course, that saw me on the vomit train home, pulling in some time around midnight for a swift trip around Tesco, risking my life with the piled high crates ready for overnight shelf stacking. It was surprisingly full, considering the time of night. By the time I got home, though, the cat was furious, wailing by the front door and stamping her feet. That’s probably because I didn’t let her stay out long last night while the foxes were playing in the garden.
They are very graceful - they literally glide across the lawn, running quickly and without any noise, their bodies seeming to float through the air. Behind them ran the tiny fox cubs, each no bigger than a kitten - half the size of the cat - still innocent to the dangers of coming that close to the houses.
Very cute.
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June 5th, 2004 at 5:09 pm
Vomit trains, does that refer to the trains being full of vomit or it being a rather bumpy ride?
It’s quite obvious you don’t keep hens in your garden…
June 5th, 2004 at 7:59 pm
Vomit trains are the last trains to leave London at night, heading to the suburbs where I live (and Nik), normally full of drunks throwing up. The English still haven’t evolved so far as to be able to handle their booze.
June 5th, 2004 at 10:10 pm
Oh, that’s right, you’ve never been to Iceland…it’s about the same here, as I’m sure I’ve repeatedly told you…
June 11th, 2004 at 11:49 am
Any chance of getting a pic or two of the foxes? Might be tricky with them being so swift.
June 13th, 2004 at 12:52 am
I thought HP3 was a pretty good movie although it cut huge swathes of the story out (and no doubt HP4 and HP5 will have to do even more brutal cutting). That left a somewhat breathless film that didn’t always explain itself too well (and very little character development). If you haven’t read the book, the film stands on its own just fine.
As for HP1 and HP2, I liked those movies better because they stuck closer to the books.
It’s weird to watch the cast grow up through the sequence tho’… especially the Weasley twins and poor Neville who is definitely going through a gawky growth spurt!