(June 30, 2010 at 4:10 am)Tiberius Wrote: I think the opposite. The books are badly written, have the same recycled storyline (apart from the 7th), and are just dull dull dull. It's no wonder Rowling was surprised when she found out her books were fantasy; if you are writing fantasy without realising it then its going to be piss poor.
Recycled like so?:
Hello Harry, how are you this summer? 'Oh... a bit droll'.
School? 'Why yes, I think I will.'
An adventure where you don't die? 'Sounds fun, where do we start?'
How about with some horribly evil wizard trying to kill you? 'Brilliant, where to next?'
<Insert mystery, magic, and an intriguing read>
Defeat or escape from Voldemort! 'Hooray! I'm still alive!'
See you next book, Harry! 'You as well, reader!'
If you call that repetitive... chain me to the wall.
Quote:The best book was the 3rd, mainly because it brought in a new character with whom Harry could actually relate to, and it was a very large twist at the end which pulled at everyone's heartstrings. Still, the 3rd movie was far better than the actual book.There is no 'best book'... there is one large flowing story from the beginning to the end. You can pick up the first book at the beginning, and read all the way through to the end of the seventh without feeling you've missed a moment. The story starts out pretty simple... and like shattering glass: spreads out in complexity with almost every chapter (if not every one). And the ending wraps up the story neatly, whilst giving fans room with which to imagine 'what happens next'. Not to suggest you aren't entitled to your opinion... but I just don't see how it is not a masterpiece on level with Tolkien. Everything that is epic about The Hobbit + LotR is visible in Harry Potter. Or are you suggesting that all fantasy is trash? 0.o
The third movie was the best of the movies, and as with the two before it: worth a few hours every now and again. After that though, the movies became absolute shit, not worth watching for anything more than the pretty effects.
Please give me a home where cloud buffalo roam
Where the dear and the strangers can play
Where sometimes is heard a discouraging word
But the skies are not stormy all day