Harry Potter and the 'tharai' ticket
I did it!
I watched Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire at the first premiere in the city, despite great discomfort. They had overdone the pass thingie, so there were more invites than chairs in the theatre, but that was not to deter a hardcore Potter fan. I simply brushed aside the little boy usher who insisted I could not go in because the seats were all full. I had not come this far this late to go back home without seeing Potter get the Goblet. So I marched right in, estimated a vantage position on the aisle and squatted down happily. Happy to say, many followed suit. I say I squatted happily, but it's been ages since I've sat on the ground for about two and a half hours and boy! CREEEEAAAAAAAAK....
Nevermind that. HP and the Goblet of Fire is the finest Potter movie made yet, the film-adaptation interestingly tight, still faithful to the book (Can director Mike Newell dare anything else?!), the special effects stunning (be it the Quidditch Championship or Mad Eye Moody's Polyjuice Potion transfiguration), amazing calisthenics and the Tri-Wizard Tournament absorbing. There is no doubt, Mike Newell's got a Firebolt and he can ride it like a Super Seeker. However, I think, as the mood get darker and the Death Mark looms overhead, it is only fair that Harry and Ron get a haricut. :)