I'm hoping that perhaps I might be able to get away with the illegal method. Both movies are playing on the same night. If the scheduling matches up so that one ends just before the other begins, I'll play the little criminal and pay for one movie and then movie hop to go see the other. If not, I'll have to pick because twenty dollars is a lot of money! Well it's not a LOT, but it's the equivalent of three books and I'd rather have three books that last a life time than two movies that I can only watch once before getting the DVD.
Anyway, with that dilemma coming into play, which should I choose? The obvious answer would be Harry Potter, but I really think that I would rather go see a happy movie that takes me back to my childhood memories than visit a gloomy film, pre-knowledgeable of the fact that all my favorite characters die.
After The Order of the Phoenix, I became convinced that J.K Rowling was trying to torture me. Sirius Black (my favorite) went first, Dumbledore said goodbye shortly after, and in the seventh and by far the most depressing book Lupin, Mad-Eye, Dobby, and Tonks all get wiped out as well (along with other beloved characters). Do I really want to see all those corpses when I have the option of watching a film in which the most depressing thing is helping Eeyore find a tail?
Winnie the Pooh makes a smile come to my lips and a little youthful light return to my eyes. The books provided me with some valuable lessons and gave me guidelines with which to live my life. Does that sound like an exaggeration? Well, it's true! Pooh (though he pictures himself as stupid) is about as wise as they come. You really can't "stay in your corner of the forest waiting for others to come to you", sometimes you have to reach out to them and make friends for yourself. I really am "braver than I believe, stronger than I seem, and smarter than I think!"
It seems like so much has changed since I was the little five-year-old reading Pooh and agreeing with Piglet when he said, "It's hard to be brave when you're only a very small animal." Now I'm sixteen with my sights set on college, soon to fall out of the nest and find the wings to fly. I'm at the place where Christopher Robin was in The House at Pooh Corner where he "came to an end of things, and he was silent, and he sat there looking over the world, just wishing it wouldn't stop."
Sorry Harry! If push comes to shove and I have to choose between you and Pooh, I've got to go with my trusty old pal who taught me the basic morals of life before your source material was even published.