Goblet of Wow!

Some of the sharp-eyed readers may have noticed that I was off last week. Well, I had a massive Thanksgiving dinner at my mom's that I was helping out with. Mom's not getting on so well these days, and I was more than happy to step up to the plate to help out with a family celebration. I was in charge of the turkey, the stuffing and the pie. Well, I'm not much of a multitasker, so the pie was a little runny and the turkey was a little dry. Only the stuffing was good. I didn't hear the end of it from my aunt Judy the whole day. She likes her wine, and the more she drank, the more she complained. I kept a good face, but it drove me crazy.

After dinner, I needed a breather, so I put on my coat, sat in my car for fifteen minutes to collect myself and decided to go to a movie. I drove to my local multiplex, and decided that I needed a dose of magic–both the movie kind and the wizard kind–and saw Harrry Potter and the Goblet of Fire. Boy, was that good. For two and a half hours, I was back at Hogwarts, learning magic with my old friends Harry, Ron and Ginny.

It was like a machine gun of a movie. Rat-a-tat-tat! There's a new face of evil! Rat-a-tat-tat! Uh, oh, there's a new Defense Against the Dark Arts professor! Rat-a-tat-tat! Harry has to find a date! Even though I read all the books, the movie still dished up plenty of surprises. About an hour into it, I had to use the restroom, so I missed five minutes, and it took another five minutes to get caught up again (thanks to the René, the eight-year-old I was sitting next to).

Because it went by so fast and I missed a part, I decided to buy another ticket and watch it again. Yes, it was that good. I fell asleep the second time through after 45 minutes, and the cleaning guys had to wake me up. I was mad because I missed that part again. But you know what? I don't mind giving it an unqualified five stars, because I know that I'll buy that ticket and see it again, just to see that five minutes.