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Sasha Fierce, Tonya Ferocious, Suzie Sunshine.Beyonce can call herself whatever she damn pleases if it results in her churning out delectable pop and R&B. For her third solo album, Beyonce has released the two disc I Am ... Sasha Fierce. Disc one is a compilation of personal songs from the singer, while she embodies her diva stage-alter-ego Sasha Fierce on the second.
The sentimental graduation and prom scenes of Disney’s monster hit, “High School Musical 3” made me want to go back to high school – even if it is a fourth-grade, watered-down version of it.
WEEKEND Writer Michael Mellini discusses the effect "High School Musical" has had on pop culture in recent years.
Hopefully “The Secret Life of Bees” was a good book, because the film adaptation’s slow-moving and heavy-handed plot never allow it to be entertaining.
Filled with wonderful costumes, sets and performances, “The Duchess” is an unsettling but powerful look at the dramatic life of the 17th century Duchess of Devonshire.
And rather than jumping on the opportunities provided by her success, Hudson took time crafting her self-titled debut album. After such a long wait, the results are enjoyable, but nowhere near as sensational as her “Dreamgirls” performance suggested she could be.
With only nine episodes, the season can easily be consumed in one sitting, much like a freshly baked pie. Do it before season two is ready to come out of the oven.
“American Teen,” a new Sundance prize winning documentary, following the lives of several high-schoolers, hits theaters tomorrow. The movie was filmed in Warsaw, Indiana, and while you may know people from the town, hell you may even know people in the movie, don’t look for any opinions or local insights about the area from this columnist.
Studying abroad in London offers many opportunities to experience the great culture of a country whose history dates back thousands of years. While the culture and history are fascinating, being here has also allowed the opportunity of going on Amy Winehouse-style pub crawls, making constant Harry Potter references and the chance to see the Spice Girls reunite in its native country in smashing, spit-spot, jolly 'ol London.\nOriginally formed in England in 1993 when they all responded to an add for five "lively girls" for a music group, the Spice Girls gained widespread attention in 1996 with its first single "Wannabe" and its 1997 debut album Spice. The following year, it released its sophomore album Spiceworld, with its film of the same name. In May 1998, Geri Halliwel, a.k.a., Ginger Spice, departed the group. By Christmas, the group scored another hit with the appropriately titled single "Goodbye." Following its last and unsuccessful studio album, 2000's Forever, the group announced its separation. After numerous weddings, solo efforts, scandals and children of their own, The Spice Girls announced its worldwide reunion tour that began December 2007. The closest the girls will get to Bloomington on this tour will be Feb. 15, when they stop in Chicago. \nArriving at London's largest indoor venue, the 20,000-seat O2 Arena, advertisements of the concert flashed as people swarmed to get into the doors. No fans were decked out in costumes, and all the 12-year-old fans of the late-'90s are now in their 20s. Chants of "Spice Girls! Spice Girls!" filled the arena as the lights went out and images of the girls appeared on the stage screens. The lights went up, and blasts of "la la la la la la" started as the girls rose up on stage tearing into "Spice Up Your Life." \nAfter thanking the crowd and stating how great it was to be back, they proceeded into "Say You'll Be There," the new single "Headlines (Friendship Never Ends)" and "The Lady is a Vamp," which was accompanied by Chicago-inspired black hats and burlesque dance moves. The girls also took a note from the TRL era of Britney Spears and 'NSYNC that followed their fame, aligning themselves with a group of backup dancers, as well as a live band. However, there was no lip-synching that night by the Spice Girls. \nInstead of its characteristic individualized costumes (no cat ears for Scary, sports bra for Sporty or little Gucci dress for Posh), the girls favored matching clothing schemes of sparkling whites, creams and boxing robes designed by Roberto Cavalli (after all these years, still no skirts for Sporty.) However, Geri's British flag dress (as well as giant Brit flags everywhere) showed up during "Who Do You Think You Are." \nEach singer performed something individually from her solo career. Surrounded by black-and-white peppermint swirls, Emma Bunton, a.k.a., Baby Spice, brought back London's swingin'-'60s vibe with her song "Maybe." Scary covered Lenny Kravitz's "Are You Gonna Go My Way," bringing a fan up on stage, only to handcuff him to a ladder and kick him with a whip. \nInstead of ignoring Geri's initial departure, the other girls had the balls, or whatever the girl-power equivalent to testosterone is, to play Post-Ginger songs such as "Holler" without her. At the end of the song, giant storm clouds and lightning bolts filled the screens. Ginger walked out in a raincoat accompanied by shirtless guys, giant vats of steam blowing up from the stage, and plenty of umbrellas as she sang her biggest hit, a cover of The Weather Girls' "It's Raining Men."\nIn the early years, the song "Mama" always featured the girls with pictures of their mums in the background. These days they're able to add pictures of them with their own kids (seven in all ... Mel C., a.k.a., "Sporty Spice," is the only one yet to pop one out.) About 25 girls aligned in matching white dresses appeared out of nowhere, turning the stage into an episode of "Deal or No Deal." (Instead of supermodels, they turned out to be a children's choir and managed to make a sappy, sentimental song rock.) \nBefore closing with "Goodbye," the group sang a medley of songs that included Sister Sledge's "We Are Family" and Kool and the Gang's "Celebration." \nWaiting only a minute to come back for the encore, the girls stalled by joking about which hit song they had forgotten to play. And so it began -- the song that started it all -- "Wannabe," with Mel B. shouting, "Yo I tell you what I want ... " and ending with a reprise of "Spice Up Your Life," while flags from numerous countries appeared on screen. \nAs the thousands of people poured out into the packed tube station, people still screamed cheers of joy and girl power, and many complained, "Why can't they stay together"
"Charlie Wilson's War" comes from quite the pedigree of filmmakers. Mike Nichols ("The Graduate," "Postcards From the Edge") directs a script by Aaron Sorkin (writer of "The West Wing"). The film also unites a certain pair of Hollywood royalty for the first time ever (Tom Hanks and Julia Roberts, for those of you who have been in hibernation). While the movie may not be the movie to end all movies that its combination of creative forces suggests, it's still an interesting look at modern history.\nBased on a true story, "Charlie Wilson's War" tells how Texas Congressman Charlie Wilson (Hanks), on the urging of his rich, socialite friend Joanne Herring (Roberts) and with the help of CIA operative Gust Avrakotos (Philip Seymour Hoffman), manages to supply Afghani rebels with weapons to fight off the Soviets in the early 1980s. This occurs without the U.S. government "officially" getting involved, all while Wilson is under investigation for a drug-and-prostitution scandal.\nThe script is pure Sorkin: fast-paced, quick-witted political dialogue shot back and forth. Nichols nicely frames the constant flow of conversation, never making it feel too constricted, even if this occasionally means resorting to the Sorkin "Studio 60" method of talking while walking down hallways. The movie also wisely branches away from just Washington and includes many scenes in Afghani refugee camps to show why Wilson and his cohorts feel compelled to get involved. The human suffering both balances and contrasts nicely with the upper-class political banter.\nThe always-likeable Hanks does a fine job playing the sleazy Wilson, who enjoys the occasional nose candy and only hires hot 20-somethings as secretaries. Hoffman is dead-on as always; and although her role isn't as large as the movie's marketing campaign would like you to believe, Roberts gets the job done, even if her accent is occasionally a bit more Katharine Hepburn than Texas twang.\nUnfortunately, the film is cut off too soon. When American aid in Afghanistan ends, so does the movie, and despite the fact that it's briefly shown that this angered Wilson, it seems that he doesn't lose too much sleep over it. Five or 10 additional minutes could have easily answered any remaining questions. By remaining in the '80s, Nichols and Sorkin allow the film to suggest briefly that American aid led to Sept. 11, without getting themselves in too much hot water.\nThe film has pulled in five Golden Globe nods, including Best Motion Picture -- Comedy or Musical. And though it's an entertaining film, "Knocked Up," "Once," and "Waitress" all deserved that spot more.
As the new year rings in, I once again offer Hollywood and our favorite celebs advice and resolutions for '08 (because, as always, I know so much more than they do).\nNickelback fans: Let yourselves be known! -- Seriously, who are you people? Do you exist? This band sells millions of albums, yet I've never met anyone who claims to like them. Please speak up! I have lots of questions I'd like to ask you. (Be warned, however, that the conversation will end with me punching you in the face for causing me to have to listen to "Rock Star" seven times a day at work.)\nJ.K. Rowling: Secretly stay in the Potter World -- Congratulations, J.K., '07 was a hell of year for you. "The Deathly Hallows" wonderfully completed your masterpiece saga. Take a nice, hard-earned vacation, then secretly get back to work. You've said no Harry Potter sequels, and I think everyone can agree that's for the best. However, you need to stock a few sequels and spinoffs ("The Adventures of Tiny Ted Lupin," "Hogwarts: A History of Magic," "Harry Potter and the Sudden Presence of Boredom and Loss Of Meaning in His Life as He No Longer Has Any Evil Wizard Ass to Kick"). Years after you're dead, Scholastic, or whoever's in charge of publishing your novels, will find some loophole to the books' rights and will surely reboot the Potter moneymaking machine by offering books worse than enduring the first half of a Weasleys' Wizarding Wheezes Puking Pastille. If we're forced to deal with these, at least they'll have been written by you (ensuring awesomeness).\nBritney Spears, Lindsay Lohan, and Amy Winehouse -- I hate to be one of the countless columnists across the country telling you to get your lives back on track, but …\nThe Judd Apatow Gang -- My grandmother would love to clean your mouths out with soap. I, on the other hand love your crude, filthy "Superbad" sense of humor. Don't change it at all. But how about putting one of those swear jars where every time someone drops an f-bomb they drop in a quarter on set? At the end of production, all the money collected could be donated to charity (and with your guys' track records, that'd be enough to feed a whole country.)\nPromises Residential Treatment Center -- You guys seem to be the celebrity rehab of choice, and with the incredibly high number of celeb DUIs this year, why not set up an in-house driver's ed program (or remind these people they're rich enough to hire chauffeurs)? The streets of L.A. will become much safer.\nBrad Pitt, George Clooney, Matt Damon -- Please quit making the rest of the entire male population look completely inept. "Ocean's 13" was yet again an entertaining blast, but then you also go and make classy, smart, thinking-people pictures such as "The Assassination of Jesse James," "Michael Clayton" and "The Bourne Ultimatum." Cut it out.\nOprah -- If you're going to be charitable and help the less fortunate, at least be a little secretive and don't invite all the camera crews at every donation opportunity.\nVanessa Hudgens -- Grow a backbone and don't give into your Disney bosses so easily. One naked picture isn't the end of the world, but there you were apologizing like a terrified 5-year-old. Innocence may be the key to "High School Musical," but when it comes time for "College Musical," things may get a bit more risque.\n"Weeds" protagonist Nancy Botwin -- Relocate to the Midwest. Good luck restarting your life, but if things get touchy and you have to resort back to the business, head down to Bloomington. You should find plenty of customers here, and I think we could be pretty good friends.\nWhitney Houston and Jennifer Hudson -- Quit slacking, ladies, and get to work. Whitney's comeback album and Jen's debut should be sweeping the Grammys come February. Too bad you still haven't released them. Come on!\nSpice Girls -- Listen to your song "Never Give Up on the Good Times." You all seem to be having a blast on this reunion tour. Make it permanent, and hit the studio to start recording new material. \nWriters Guild of America and The Alliance of Motion Picture and Television Producers -- Set aside your differences. Join hand in hand to sing "I'd like to Teach the World to Sing in Perfect Harmony," like in that old Coke commercial. Meet each others' demands and please get back to making great TV. \nKelly Clarkson -- Embrace the mainstream. You proved to Clive Davis you're a badass by releasing "My December" and it was way artsy (you scare the crap out of me when you're dressed up like an Asian Fergie invisibly kicking that guy's ass in the "Never Again" video). But you know what else was awesome? "Since U Been Gone," "Walk Away" and "Because of You." So go record the sugary rock-pop anthem music RCA wants you to, even if it's "Breakaway 2.0." Because that stuff rocks.\nKanye West -- Look up the word "humble" in the dictionary and make a lunch date with Susan Lucci. I feel your pain, Kanye. You deserve all those awards you get snubbed for, but I haven't won anything since a soccer game in second grade, and poor Susan Lucci had to wait 19 years for her Emmy. Quit the unattractive diva antics.
Step on that ledge, spread your arms wide, let the wind blow in your hair and scream "I'm king of the world!" because, believe it or not, "Titanic" turns 10 years old this month. Think back to 1997. Sheep were being cloned, and Nike-wearing cult members were drinking Kool-Aid. The "Men in Black" were fighting aliens and the Spice Girls were still together (oh, wait ... ). Hollywood was about to be hit by a colossal movie epic as big as that damn iceberg, changing cinema forever.\n Eleven Oscars. That's how many of those golden boys "Titanic" raked in. The little old lady, the giant diamond, the elegant ballrooms, the peasant lower levels, Kathy Bates, Jack and Rose, naked Kate Winslet (a giant bonus as a fifth grader!), the freaking iceberg, people dying ... you remember all that transpired in those three hours and 14 minutes. When the movie ended, nobody in the theater moved. People tend now to think about all the hysteria and backlash surrounding the movie, forgetting the film itself, but "Titanic" really is one hell of an excellent movie. \nThe plot is nothing more than the classic Hollywood love story of boy meets girl at a disastrous time. It's "Casablanca" on a boat. The film starts with Rose trapped in her loveless, mother-approved, engagement to rich businessman Cal, in a dying-off upper-class society. About to end her life, she meets poor but life-loving artist Jack. He's fun and frees her from her stuffy world. It sounds like your standard Lifetime-movie/romance-novel plot, but director/writer James Cameron makes the story so enjoyable. The drunken Irish dancing, banging in a car and then the iceberg. Suddenly the romance took a back seat as the film started focusing on the disaster. Thousands were trapped in the lower levels as those dumb guards sent off the lifeboats half-full. It's a history lesson (albeit, not a completely accurate one) mixed with entertainment and an examination of human suffering and behavior in a time of unexpected disaster. Yet throughout the final tragic hour of the film, this mass suffering is given human faces through the established characters. And this is why the film was such a hit. It tugs at every human emotion possible. Guys could pretend to be interested in the sinking ship, while girls got to bury their faces with tissues. \nSo, this holiday break when you have three weeks to spare, go rent "Titanic." And as Rose starts talking about the ship coming back to life as she begins telling her story, you'll find yourself transported to 10 years ago. So break out the tissue, and don't worry, Jack, we'll never let go. In the meantime, here's a "Titanic 'Where Are They Now'" for your nostalgic enjoyment.
Like the legendary musician himself, Todd Haynes' new Bob Dylan biopic "I'm Not There" is hard to label. Instead of taking the tired, paint-by-numbers plot of rising star to drug addict to eventual Hall of Famer seen in movies such as "Ray," "Walk the Line" and many others before them, Haynes' experimental film casts six different actors in different segments representing different stages of Dylan's life. The name Bob Dylan, however, is never used. \nAmong them, newcomer Marcus Carl Franklin starts the film as an on-the-run, boxcar-riding, black child musician. Christian Bale's character Jack, a rising young folk musician in the early '60s, is unraveled in a fake-documentary style segment. The final segment finds Richard Gere as an elderly man hibernating in a twisted, storybook, Fellini-esque mountain town. And the most obvious Dylan portrayal of a renegade rock star messing with the British press comes from ... Cate Blanchett?\nIt's great to see such a nontraditional twist on the old biopic, and when the film soars, it's great. But it occasionally falls flat. During the less evident portrayals of Dylan, those who aren't die-hard Dylan experts (don't worry, that would be me too) might be a little confused about what exactly is happening and how it relates to Dylan. A little Wikipedia search after watching the film, however, helps fill in the gaps. \nMuch of the film is wisely shot in black and white, heightening the surreal effect of the swinging-'60s pop culture that included Andy Warhol and Edie Sedgwick. The segments are edited together stylishly, and cinematographer Edward Lachman's camera work consists of wonderfully dizzying pans and overhead shots. \nThere are many clever images throughout the film, such as The Beatles appearing in full-on "A Hard Day's Night"-style screaming-fan mode. To demonstrate the disgust of many Dylan fans with his change to electric guitar, a team of gunmen show up on stage at a folk festival and shoots up the crowd. A couple of the visuals, such as a giant animated whale and Gere's carnival town, are overly bizarre for the sake of being bizarre.\nAll the actors in "I'm Not There" do a fine job, but Blanchett deserves the most praise. At first, her Dylan seems like a "Saturday Night Live"-style impression of Michael Jackson, but after just a few seconds ... Wow. Looking past her, well, being a woman, and seeing her don those famous black shades and frizzy hair, Blanchett transforms into Dylan complete with his crazy outbursts, flowing gestures and characteristic voice (hopefully her dialect coach got a big paycheck). I doubt the Academy will embrace the film, but she should be taking home statue No. 2. Blanchett's Dylan is the closest to a standard biopic characterization, and it's so strong that it almost makes you wish Haynes had just shot the whole film with her.
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Poor Chris Rock. The guy's hilarious, but like most comedians, his movies never quite match up to his stand-up. (Note: this does not include his tragically underappreciated TV show "Everybody Hates Chris.") \nRock plays Richard Cooper, a man who's been married for seven years and as he puts it is "fucking bored" with married life. The father of two loves his wife (Gina Torres) but can no longer stand the married life of Saturday afternoon shopping trips, dinner with other married couples and his biggest complaint, no sex. When an old friend, Nikki Tru (Kerry Washington), re-enters his life, the two form a bond that ends up being not so innocent and causes him to think, as the title says (…all together now), "I think I love my wife."\nYou've got to hand it to Rock. With "I Think I Love My Wife" -- his second film in the director's chair -- he ditches the gimmicky premises of most his films to create an adult comedy about marriage and infidelity (even if the results are far from perfect). The problem is the film, similar to "Knocked Up," isn't able to balance its raunchiness with the mature themes. So much bickering and complaining goes on -- just another reason to fear getting older -- that there isn't much room for any comedy. Instead the jokes usually come in between scenes and rely too much on mediocre race jokes and the F-word. The script also relies too heavily on Rock's narration, often pointing out the most obvious things. \nSpecial features include Rock's amusing director's commentary, some deleted and alternate scenes (nothing too special), bloopers and a feature about casting the movie. Come on, Chris, as director, writer and producer, did you actually think that anyone other than you would get the lead?
The latest "Harry Potter" just hit, now "Stardust," and in the upcoming months a slew of more fantasy-world movies, including "The Golden Compass," and "The Spiderwick Chronicles," will hit theaters. But, hey, if they're as entertaining as "Stardust," then that magical world of Hollywood can keep 'em coming.\n"Stardust" revolves around Tristan (Charlie Cox), a slightly nerdy teen in a small English village whose border aligns a magical world. Trying to win the affection of local hot girl Victoria, he leaves his village to bring back the remains of a falling star. Turns out said falling star is a real person, played by Claire Danes, and Tristan isn't the only one pursuing her. Together they must fight off an evil witch (Michelle Pfeiffer) set on using the star's heart as a means of immortality and a group of brothers who need her to gain control of their father's kingdom. \nThe beginning of the film feels too much like an adapted version of a book (which it is) relying on the narrator (Ian McKellen) to explain everything that's happening. But once story lines are explained and the action begins, the film becomes very entertaining.\nMuch credit goes to those in designing departments as the look of the film is great. Fantastic costumes, great scenery -- both fake and real (there are plenty of obligatory twirling fantasy-movie shots of mountains and rivers) -- and gruesome makeup blend wonderfully. The special effects are also damn cool. While similar movies can cost upwards of $100 million, the $70 million spent on "Stardust" surprisingly gets away with a lot, even if a few shots look cartoonish. All actors fit their roles perfectly from the famous (Pfeiffer, Ricky Gervais, Sienna Miller) to the not-so-well-known (Cox, David Kelly, Mark Strong).\nWhy "Stardust" wasn't one of the biggest blockbusters of the year is a mystery to me, but after DVD and eventual TV syndication, this one should stand the test of time. While it may not get to "The Princess Bride" status, it's an enjoyable trip.
OK, so much like the movie, I've got a lot to say and not a lot of time to say it.\n I made the mistake of rereading the book last week and therefore was able to point out everything the movie changed or left out, putting a damper on my Harry Potter experience. \nBeing the longest book in the series, "Order" somehow managed to end up the shortest film yet. Um, why? So much happens in "Order" that simply adding 10 minutes would have breathed a lot more into it. Everything in the movie is rushed. The actors hurriedly spit out thousands of words to keep things moving. It's exhaustive and probably a bit incompressible to the average Muggle. The quick pace also downplays the seriousness of certain plot points. Dementors in Little Whinging and Mr. Weasley's attack are played off as everyday occurrences, and the Order itself is barely explained.\nThis time around, the film is directed by BBC vet David Yates (the directors are changing as frequently as Hogwarts' defense against the dark arts teachers), who definitely brings his own style to the film. There are many awkward cuts and bird's-eye-view camera angles that don't work, but Yates succeeds in taking the film in a darker direction. This ain't the magical world of "Sorcerer's Stone" anymore. Things are starting to get grim, which brings us to the film's highlight: the last 20 minutes in the Department of Mysteries. It's fricking terrifying -- like really, really scary (Voldemort at the train station, Bellatrix Lestrange's smirk, the claustrophobic atmosphere -- ahhh, help me!). Apparently I've been downplaying the intensity of Deatheaters and dark magic in my mind while I read the books because I never imagined it to be this extreme and frightening. Any ambition I had to become an auror is now gone; I'm not brave enough for that. I'll stick to charms instead.\nThe story lines of Umbridge taking over Hogwarts and Dumbledore's Army are handled well, and as always, the adult cast of Britain's who's who (Emma Thompson, Alan Rickman, Helena Bonham Carter, Maggie Smith, Richard Griffiths) are fantastic if underused. I loved the Weasley twins' obsession with apparting, and Harry finally got some play in an awkwardly long make-out scene with Cho. (But how dare they change the story so that she gave up the D.A.?)\nThe few days after the initial viewing of a Harry movie are always touchy, so as I've done with the previous films, I'm sure I'll get over my complaints and learn to love this movie. But until then, it gets a B+
With a Harry Potter book and movie being released within 10 days of each other, we Muggles should be as excited as if we'd just made out with Ginny Weasley after winning the Quidditch cup. Well, that'd be great, if this had been about three years ago and it wasn't time for us to pick up the final Harry Potter book and say goodbye forever. \nIt seems like just yesterday I laid in bed as a middle-schooler reading all of "Sorcerer's Stone" in one night, positive that within the next few weeks a giant man would break down my door and say, "You're a wizard, Michael," and whisk me off to Hogwarts. As I sit here wanting to write a tribute, with the movies' theme song playing full blast, I wonder where the hell to begin. Ramble about the awesomeness of everything in the magical world (Bertie Botts Every Flavored Beans, Helga Hufflepuff, The Sorting Hat)? Applaud J.K. Rowling's literary skills? Predict what happens in book seven? Discuss the books' influence on culture and reading? How bout I touch on all of 'em?\nGoing into book seven, everyone has two questions on their mind: Is Snape good or bad, and will Harry live or die? So much of the books seem to be divided into two categories of simple answers: good or bad, life or death. But I don't think these questions at hand have easy yes or no answers. I'd like to think Snape is innocent and Dumbledore is still alive. Let's face it, without Dumbledore's skills, knowledge and leadership, everyone else is screwed. But it seems too over the top for Snape and Dumbledore to have had this whole elaborate setup planned. And yes, I do recognize the irony in saying a book about magic is far-fetched. As for Harry's death, it's all about that prophecy: "... for neither can live while the other survives ..." \nA popular theory is that Harry is one of Voldemort's Horcruxes. More evidence supports this suggestion (Harry's scar, his close bond to Gryffindor, his ability to speak Parseltongue) than disproves it (the stupidity of destroying one's own Horcrux). If this theory holds true, Voldemort most likely isn't aware Harry is a Horcrux or he unwillingly made him one. If either of these situations is the case, both Harry and Voldemort would have to die, altering the prophecy that neither can survive. \n(Please note that, just for the record, while I enjoy discussing the possible outcomes of the last book, anyone who ruins it for me will be subject to my nasty Cruciatus Curse. I am willing to obtain a criminal record in order to finish book seven surprised.) \nAs for Rowling, we could sit and discuss her wonderful ideas and writing style, how she so-slightly makes hints about later plot points or how she was able to write for both adults and children. The key to her genius, however, is much simpler. The woman was able to take a simple good vs. evil plot line and extend it over 7(!) books, making each one better than the last. And there we were, an entire nation, an entire world, reading these "children's" books. People were actually reading again.\nAs we all lose the will to live July 22, fear not: There's still hope for Harry. It was announced last month that a Hogwarts theme park will be opening in Orlando, Fla., in 2009, just as I graduate and am denied a job at every place where I apply. So I'll be off to acquire employment at fake-Hogwarts. Though I've yet to decide whether I'll take the position of sitting in the moving pictures and talking to guests or assisting Ollivander the wand-maker, at least my sick fantasy of Harry's world being a "real" place will come true. Until then -- Harry, Dumbledore, Minerva, Ron, Hermy, Hagger, Tonks, Peeves and all my other old pals: Thanks for the memories I've now stored in my Pensieve, and I raise to you a glass of butterbeer. Wingardium Leviosa!
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