This past weekend I watched the final episode of Harry Potter’s struggle against evil and I very much enjoyed the experience. The pacing, plotting, characterization, lighting, camera work – all excellent.
But it’s not without its hiccups.
The challenge I see with the storytelling is that by cheating death, the storyteller disconnects viewers from the beauty, the majesty of life. By cheating death, what value is there in life? Death is, after all, life’s greatest creation — a sort of recycling component essential to the whole rodeo.
“But it’s a story about magic,” you say. “Those rules can’t apply.”
Poppycock. Dead is dead.