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emma watson, rock star?

• November 17th, 2010

Much has been made over the fact that when Emma Watson landed in New York City this week, she wore one of Burberry’s first bespoke trench coats -

A new kind of trench that you can customize yourself on their website.

It’s extremely cute, especially with the Burberry Prorsum bag and ballet flats, but we’re slightly more fixated on something else:

Why is Emma Watson carrying a guitar case through the airport?

Possibilities:

1. The guitar is a gift for some rock star boyfriend who’s still a secret from the general public.

2. It’s just the case – inside, she actually lugs around all her amazing shoes.

3. She’s taking music lessons at Brown University, where she’s currently a Sophomore.

4. Emma Watson’s gonna record an album! Just like Scarlett Johansson or Jackson Rathbone or Juliette Lewis or Gwyneth Paltrow or lots of other celebrities who don’t just want to be in movies!

Most likely, the truth is some version of #3. Obviously, we’re really hoping for #4.

Come on Emma – if Gwyneth can do it, why not you?!

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movie review: harry potter

Shedding some "Lumos!" on the latest wizard flick.

As usual, we sprinted (literally) to the latest Harry Potter flick, with visions of broomsticks and butter beer dancing in our heads. But although we've embraced some of J.K. Rowling's grimly gorgeous elements - the skulls, the spiders, Ralph Fiennes without a nose - they've always been served with large heapings of fun, wonder, and generally giant smiles. Well, not this time.

(Also, if you're one of those people who types SPOILER ALERT in your Twitter feed, just stop reading here.)

You don't need to be Head Girl at Hogwarts to realize there are dark forces at work in the wizard world - just look at the giant movie screen, which barely strays from its grimy color palette of sludge gray, midnight blue, and bone white. And while Voldemort's scions infiltrate the Ministry of Magic, and kidnap / torture / maim anyone with warm blood, our scrappy heroines have limited time to destroy the Dark Wizard's seven-split soul and restore happiness to… um… the Universe at Large.

To illustrate the high stakes, and the pure evil of the Death Eaters, there's some graphically scary stuff in the movie's beginning. You see a Hogwart's teacher tortured to death, two Weasley brothers split open and screaming, and Emma Watson trying to calmly perform a spell while her hands are covered in someone else's blood. There's also a sickly sinister thread of Nazi-era cruelty, with words like "race traitor" and "half blood" hurled like spells at the main characters, and propoganda pamphlets declaring in big Bauhaus letters "MUD BLOODS AND HOW TO SPOT THEM. "

None of this is different from the book, but seeing it on a giant screen takes it quickly into "terrifying" territory, and if your family was chased out of their Old Country by evil political machines (disclaimer: mine was) you might actually want to vomit and / or cry at certain points of the film. (Spoiler Alert 2: Bellatrix LeStrange, played by Helena Bonham Carter, carves the word "Mudblood" into Emma Watson's wrist with a knife. That's when I lost it.)

But okay, there were definitely some "fun" moments in this film: The beginning features Harry Potter in a neon lace bra and underwear. That was pretty amusing. Seeing Luna Lovegood's house is the crazy-cool adventure you'd expect, complete with flying plums. And there's a short dance sequence that proves 1) Emma Watson can really act, and 2) The only way to get through a really bad time is with clandestine rock 'n roll.

But maybe the most striking part of the film is the illustration of the Deathly Hallows - the mythical objects that Harry needs to survive. In an animated sequence, you see three wizards (spoiler alert 3: They're Harry's great-great-great-great-grandfather and uncles) acquiring power with mixed results. The animations are beautiful, thrilling, and so much fun - until you realize they're being drawn by Death himself.

That's pretty much the mood of the entire movie - it's cool, it's amazing, it's exciting… but the dark clouds are there for a reason, and until the lights in the movie theater come up, you won't be able to shake them.
--FARAN KRENTCIL

This story was published on November 18, 2010.

vikkimorris :

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lady-m :

bellas-lullaby :

я прочитала эту историю года два назад. и вот сегодня вспомнила. хотелось бы с вами поделиться.

Шляпа сказала: "Гриффиндор!"

Жительница Монреаля Натали МакДональд умерла в возрасте 11 лет, не дождавшись выхода четвертой книжки о Гарри Поттере – «Кубок огня».Девочку убила лейкемия. Она была уже в сознательном возрасте и понимала, что умирает. Натали плакала день и ночь, так как «Кубок огня» еще не вышел, и она боялась, что умрет, так и не узнав, что же было дальше с Гарри и его друзьями.

Мама Натали, миссис МакДональд, в полном отчаянии написала Джоан Ролинг письмо по Интернету. Джоан Ролинг находилась в это время в Испании, где заканчивала работу над «Кубком огня» и пряталась от репортеров. Вернувшись домой, в Англию, она прочла письмо и немедленно кинулась звонить в Канаду, но опоздала: Натали умерла за четыре дня до этого.

Джоан Ролинг, однако, пригласила ее мать приехать в гости, и миссис МакДональд отправилась в Лондон, взяв с собой своего второго ребенка. Там она получила в подарок от Джоан экземпляр «Кубка огня» и прочитала на 157 странице, что «шляпа отправила новенькую, Натали МакДональд, за стол Гриффиндора».

Так имя маленькой канадки, погибшей от страшной болезни, было увековечено в одной из лучших книг, какие когда-либо знала мировая литература для детей.

Черт, это ужасно грустно. А Роулинг чудесная.

ого.

lovelost:

ellen-ellen:

hot-mess:

everybody-lies:

Попса конечно, но идея мне очень понравилась.

Нэйта надо было в Гриффиндор!

в основном все в слизерин попали.ахахах в сплетнице много сучек.

ellemilano:

“Ahem, ” said Dumbledore. “I have a few last-minute points to dish out. Let me see. Yes …
“First - to Mr. Ronald Weasley …”
Ron went purple in the face; he looked like a radish with a bad sunburn.
“… for the best-played game of chess Hogwarts has seen in many years, I award Gryffindor house fifty points.”
Gryffindor cheers nearly raised the bewitched ceiling; the stars overhead seemed to quiver. Percy could be heard telling the other prefects, “My brother, you know! My younger brother! Got past McGonagall’s giant chess set!”

“Second - to Miss Hermione Granger … for the use of cool logic in the face of fire, I award Gryffindor house fifty points.”
Hermione buried her face in her arms; Harry strongly suspected she had burst into tears. Gryffindors up and down the table were beside themselves - they were a hundred points up.

“Third - to Mr. Harry Potter …” said Dumbledore. The room went deadly quiet. “… for pure nerve and oustanding courage. I award Gryffindor house sixty points.”
The din was deafening. Those who could add up while yelling themselves hoarse knew that Gryffindor now had four hundred and seventy-two points - exactly the same as Slytherin. They had tied for the house cup - if only Dumbledore had given Harry just one more point.