the master of my sea
небольшой отзыв на ГП и ДС - 2. Можно сказать, впечатления образованного американского родителя)))
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The ambitious Voldemort has a serpent’s face with a blunted nose and slit eyes—he looks as if he had been sandblasted at close range by a New York construction worker.
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Even after earnest effort, adults could still get lost among the wands and swords, the lockets, diadems, rings, and whatnot, but the endless, flowing talk—of curses, potions, prophecies, and destinies—was gibberish so confident and good-humored that it was impossible to ridicule. And American grownups took pleasure in the palpable Englishness of the movies: the boarding-school rituals and rivalries; the crisp speech of the tiny and then adolescent actors; the mastery of such older performers as Maggie Smith, Alan Rickman, and Michael Gambon, all of them drawing on stage traditions and a deep vein of licensed eccentricity going back hundreds of years.
[...]
The playful wit of Rowling’s opening pages—Harry getting the appropriate wand for wizardry school in a London shop the way a boy going to Eton would get a morning coat—now seems very far away. From the beginning, Rowling’s own brand of magic has been her quiet mastery, the supple, straightforward prose in which extraordinary things just happen, without preparation or emphasis. Young readers of the books slipped into Rowling’s world as easily as they did into a new pair of sneakers or a romp in the ocean. Her hero, marked as special from the beginning, was one part Jesus, one part Siegfried, and, most pleasingly, one part sweet, sturdy Harry, a wizard with yeoman spirit. As he matured into adolescence, he discovered—as did Rowling’s readers—that the world of wizardry and witchcraft was riven by plots, conspiracies, and betrayals. It wasn’t all that different from the adult political world. Rowling pushed her young readers into a recognition of mortality and loss.
[...]
The series has employed every British carpenter, papier-mâché artificer, and digital artist not hiding or in prison, and every good actor not indentured to a Birmingham or Blackpool theatre company endlessly touring the Midlands with “The Importance of Being Earnest.” Tens of millions of children, including my sons, have grown up in the company of Harry Potter, who, at times, seemed like a relative taking up residence in our house. It’s been a fine run. Thank God it’s over.
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The ambitious Voldemort has a serpent’s face with a blunted nose and slit eyes—he looks as if he had been sandblasted at close range by a New York construction worker.
[...]
Even after earnest effort, adults could still get lost among the wands and swords, the lockets, diadems, rings, and whatnot, but the endless, flowing talk—of curses, potions, prophecies, and destinies—was gibberish so confident and good-humored that it was impossible to ridicule. And American grownups took pleasure in the palpable Englishness of the movies: the boarding-school rituals and rivalries; the crisp speech of the tiny and then adolescent actors; the mastery of such older performers as Maggie Smith, Alan Rickman, and Michael Gambon, all of them drawing on stage traditions and a deep vein of licensed eccentricity going back hundreds of years.
[...]
The playful wit of Rowling’s opening pages—Harry getting the appropriate wand for wizardry school in a London shop the way a boy going to Eton would get a morning coat—now seems very far away. From the beginning, Rowling’s own brand of magic has been her quiet mastery, the supple, straightforward prose in which extraordinary things just happen, without preparation or emphasis. Young readers of the books slipped into Rowling’s world as easily as they did into a new pair of sneakers or a romp in the ocean. Her hero, marked as special from the beginning, was one part Jesus, one part Siegfried, and, most pleasingly, one part sweet, sturdy Harry, a wizard with yeoman spirit. As he matured into adolescence, he discovered—as did Rowling’s readers—that the world of wizardry and witchcraft was riven by plots, conspiracies, and betrayals. It wasn’t all that different from the adult political world. Rowling pushed her young readers into a recognition of mortality and loss.
[...]
The series has employed every British carpenter, papier-mâché artificer, and digital artist not hiding or in prison, and every good actor not indentured to a Birmingham or Blackpool theatre company endlessly touring the Midlands with “The Importance of Being Earnest.” Tens of millions of children, including my sons, have grown up in the company of Harry Potter, who, at times, seemed like a relative taking up residence in our house. It’s been a fine run. Thank God it’s over.