Warning: what follows is a very long and possibly incoherent rambling post, so read at your own risk.
Confession time: I haven’t read the Harry Potter books, nor have I seen the movies.
Wait, that’s not entirely accurate: I saw the very first one when it came out, during a trip to Amsterdam. We had just been to a coffeeshop, it started raining, and it was the only movie showing at the multiplex that we hadn’t already seen, so we decided it might be fun to try and learn some basic dutch by reading the subtitles. Needless to say, all I remember from that experience was laughing my butt off.
All this is by way of saying that I’ve never been a huge fan of Daniel Radcliffe. I was never too fond of Zoe Kazan either, for no good reason other than I haven’t really seen her in a major role. I’ve always thought that she looks like the girl directors would cast as the lead’s quirky friend, not the lead herself.
Christmas and feel-good movies go hand-in-hand like nobody’s business, don’t they? At some point over the holidays, after a couple of late nights partying with friends, it became evident that I’m just too old for this sh*t and I decided to have a movie night.
Now, I’ve always been a De Niro fan, but he’s been starring in a lot of sub-par movies in recent years so I didn’t know what to expect from this one. Anne Hathaway, on the other hand, wasn’t one of my favorites in the beginning of her career, but she definitely started growing on me after a while and these days I can safely say I just love her in everything she does.