There is a first in everything, or so at least it seems. In my kiddo's case Harry Potter and the Half Blood Prince is his first theatre experience.
We arrived at Siam Paragon a little before 3 PM yesterday (18.07.09). Friends who came to the same mall for the same purpose were kind to book our Imax seats for 8 PM.
So we loitered around the Pride of Bangkok for a few hours while waiting for our magical appointment. All the time I was wondering what would be Cj's reaction when he faces the big screen for the first time.
Just as I suspected, Cj didn't want to go in. Well, who would when thunderous sound effects greet you at the entrance? I find them a little unsettling myself, no matter how used I am to them already.
Having read reviews of the movie here and there, I already had an idea of what to expect. I sat on the front row near the exit, not my original seat, to keep track of my baby situation. Every few minutes I peeped through the glass, and observed Cj, milk bottle dangling between his teeth, shaking his head to the staff who tried to coax him to go inside. On my third try, he finally decided that sitting inside with Mommy wouldn't be as awkward as his ungrammatical insistence, "I don't like!!!..."
Harry has grown much from the Chamber of Secrets, Cj's and my favorite of the six films. The little guy yawned wider than his goggles as more hormones than horcruxes showed up on the Half-Blood Prince. I had my shawl ready to block his view of the macabre scenes. He dozed off right before the inferis crept up. And I watched the rest of the movie in peace.
I heard Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows is coming up in two parts. Cj will be about 6 or 7 years old when the 7th installment hits the big screen. As long I am not sure I will be better armed with good paraphrasing skills by then, I will be watching it alone or with friends my age. The girl friends I was with last night, by the way, are full-fledged medical professionals. Who says a doctor and a nurse are not responsive to magic?