HARRY POTTER ROCKS! Saw HP3: The Prisoner of Azkab…

6 June 2004

HARRY POTTER ROCKS! Saw HP3: The Prisoner of Azkaban last night (along with a gaggle of folks, kids, and their mothers and grandmamas). Prisoner of Azkaban is my favorite of the series (thus far), and I was excited to learn that Alfonso Cuaron was going to direct it! He did Y Tu Mama Tambien, which I dug, so I knew this HP movie would be different from the other two. First off, the kids’ acting actually improved! So kudos to them! I read somewhere that Cuaron pushed the kids to their limits and made them watch “serious” films for tips on how to convey their emotions and did take after take. So the kids have a lot more dialogue (but not so for Mr. Ron Weasley) and is more character-focused. And this time around, the movie is a lot darker as compared to the others. You can see it in the cinematography and set design (not so colorful anymore, etc). So gone is the whimsical, child-ish quality found in the other 2 flicks. This is definitely a more enjoyable film for the “older” Potter fans like myself. Some highlights: Emma Thompson’s portrayal of Prof. Trelawney! The Marauder’s Map (though it’s origin wasn’t explained)! And the cool hippogriff (spelling?). Some drawbacks: story was streamlined (but that is to be expected); not enough Gary Oldman screentime!; no more Oliver Wood (he was a hottie); and not enough Ron Weasley moments. But bottom line is: Great movie! 2 thumbs up!

In other news…40th U.S. President Ronald Reagan passed away yesterday. I was watching some of the features on him and it’s pretty sad that he didn’t get to enjoy the last years of his life. Alzheimer’s is a terrible disease and I can just imagine him bed-ridden, without any concrete memories, and not being able to do a thing about it. I admire Mrs. Reagan for standing by him all this time –it’s bloody sad to watch your loved one like that and not be able to communicate with him or have a meaningful relationship with him anymore. It’s a huge burden. In any case, he lived a great life full of many experiences. As for his presidency, I admit I don’t know much about the impact of his contributions, but I do know that he genuinely cared about this country. My condolences.


1) I’m really digging craigslist.com at the moment. I don’t know why I find it fascinating but I find myself going through the various postings every few days or so. Lately, I’ve been looking at the “musicians” section in hopes that I can form a band with fellow Cure-lovers and start rocking. I’d be happy with a band that plays gigs every so often at CBGB’s or ACME Underground and attracts fans through word-of-mouth. It’s weird because at the same time, I’m afraid of performing on stage yet here I am wanting to be a semi rock-star. Ha.

2) Okay, so I’m a dreamer. I want to be a million things in life and I still feel like a kid most of the time. “When I grow up, I want to be…” that is my working motto. Of course I know most of my “ambitions” will never see the light of day (I’m not that dedicated to some of them; it’s more like “It would be nice to be a “). I wonder when I’ll stop thinking of what I could be. I know people can do different things at the same time, but let’s face it –people are limited by time, financial constraints, familial responsibilities, etc. Hm…I don’t really know where I’m going with this point…it’s just me thinking out loud.

3) I’m going back to Cali, Cali, Cali, I’m going back to Cali… the end of this month. I haven’t been to Los Angeles since year 2001 I think? Not sure. The times I have been back are for quick trips such as a wedding, or a stopover. When I left L.A. in 1995, I sort of left it for good. I lived there from May 1988 to June 1995. That’s a fairly long time. My parents decided to move to NYC in 1993 so they did and I lived in L.A. by myself (with friends) to finish high school. My parents only let me do that because I had things going for myself in high school that would look good to colleges, so they allowed me to stay there as long as I came to the East Coast after graduating. So this is how I ended up here. I don’t remember much about the geography of Los Angeles. I didn’t get to drive when I was there, nor was I old enough to hit the club scene or anything. All the memories I have of Los Angeles are about school, my friends, Melrose Avenue, assimilating to the U.S. (the first couple of years was shite), and my first love. As of now, I have no ties to Cali aside from one friend who lives there and random high school acquaintances (including my high school English teacher). When I go there, I plan on revisiting old haunts and taking caring of some business. I’m there to close up shop. We’ll see.


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