I know, right?! But I did that last thursday. Do I smell something burning?
Alright you guys, I visited the museum. So what? It was the HARRY POTTER Museum! Whee hee!
K and I were at Marina Bay Sands last Thursday evening soaking in the Hogwarts experience. K got 2 free passes – It is instances such as these that reinforce my choice of the perfect groom. The lucky chap gets passes to the best musicals and museums in Singapore. And we never forget to be thankful.
So, Harry Potter (HP) has been here for a while now. Though K and his boss have already been to HP (yea right! K WITHOUT his wife and the Boss without the wife and kids), K was eager to take me along, for HP is among my top 10 loves. Top 10 coz’ nobody can beat Asterix & Obelix or Tintin and definitely not Calvin & Hobbes. Ah well, that has to be another post.
So the exhibit was at Marina Bay Sands Art and Science Museum and we went in around 5:00 P.M. on 6th Sept
(I have this obsessive compulsive disorder to write dates when I write the time)
At the entrance we saw Arthur Weasley’s car, the flying Ford Anglia and oh what joy it gave me!
I actually chopped myself off from the below photo – too many people around me for comfort!
So cool, right? There is something about Arthur Weasley that I love. I couldn’t help remembering this conversation that transpires between the Weasleys that I referred from here. Forgive me for all the mush – But I love Arthur! 🙂 He is so so charming!
Molly Weasley: *Your* sons flew that enchanted car of yours to Surrey and back last night.
Arthur Weasley: [to the boys] Did you really? How did it go?
[after Molly hits him]
Arthur Weasley: I mean, that was very wrong indeed, boys. Very wrong of you.
The shutterbug that I am, many photos ensued. Sadly, photos were allowed only till this point. Once inside, we could not click a thing. Too bad!
Trust me, this Harry Potter has NO age. I mean, I saw elderly couple – a few of them, with their grandchilren maybe but they looked so enthused!
As soon as you enter, you will see that it is a guided tour for the first one-third part. The guide took us through a hazy entrance where the words “Harry Potter” kept flashing like a thin veil. And ofcourse, I entered back and forth and back and forth trying to figure out the rocket science behind that making, until K told me it was a projector. But all that dusty appearance – wow!
The joy of NOT understanding concepts I tell you. It is so fascinating to be ignorant – you are always in awe of events around you!
Once we entered, we found a lady dressed in Hogwarts style robes ready with the sorting hat. Yes, yes! Sorting hat!
As soon as we assembled, the lady asked for volunteers. One little girl volunteered to be sorted. Upon being asked, the girl wanted to be in Gryffindor because she felt she was daring and brave. I felt that was kinda cute. As soon as the sorting hat was placed, we heard a booming voice that repeated exactly the same little phrase that it says before placing anyone in Gryffindor. So cool, huh?
I so badly wanted to volunteer and be sorted. Ofcourse, I’d ask for Gryffindor though at times I like Slytherin. K kept edging me to volunteer but with so many kids around, I felt guilty to raise my hand and deprive someone’s chance. If you feel I am showing off my generosity, it is because I am. I really thought myself as very generous for NOT having volunteered. Who says no to wearing the sorting hat, even if it is in a museum and there are 100 eyes peering at you, looking at the adult you are and wonder?
After placing another smart guy in Slytherin (he openly declared his love for it) and a bemused kid into Hufflepuff (This chap looked like he just wanted to wear the hat and didn’t care a cent for the house. He’d have been equally happy if he was asked to leave Hogwarts as long as got to wear the sorting hat.), we went into the dining area. This area had photo frames with some photos having “people” who moved and seemed to be searching for something – that is so Hogwart-ish, right?
We saw one picture, an Opera singer who was basically a framed picture with the (recorded) character in motion (Gee! I wish I had one word for it in my lexicon). She was trying to break the wine glass by singing at THE highest pitch. But she was not able to. So she addressed us and said “Wait, don’t go away. I can do it.” Then she sang and just hit the glass against a table, broke it and swiftly pretended as if she achieved it using her pitch. It was hilarious!
And then, we saw all the outfits worn by the cast of Harry Potter movies at different points in time. For e.g. Casuals worn by Harry Potter in Azkaban, Ron‘s Christmas muffler etc. This section was something I found boring. I mean, it did look like they gave this quite a bit of importance but as a HP fan, I didn’t want to know a lot of what everyone wore during the movie and when.
There was a model Quidditch stadium and ofcourse the little golden Snitch ! What’s a HP museum that does not allow the visitors to play Quidditch? No flying brooms unfortunately. There were some simple loops like a tilted basket from a basketball court into which you could throw balls. K and I waited for the kids to play to their heart’s content and played our little share and came out. The ball is big and it is a differently shaped thingy. I had never imagined it to be like that – like a one side deflated ball that assumes the shape of the cupped hand that holds it. And you just need to hold onto that part and throw it into the ring. I don’t know about you but I surely had fun playing that! That people thought we were funny is another matter.
Then we went to the Souvenir shop. As can be guessed, there were those chocolate frogs and Bertie Bott’s every flavour beans, quills, ink bottles, books, notepads, wands!, wand sets, tees, posters, fridge magnets, key chains and mugs (ofcourse). But somehow, K and I were disappointed. Some of the souvenirs were from Warner Brothers, like the fridge magnets, key chains etc. But the rest looked mediocre. For the price they charge, I do wish they had better looking stuff. If the product looks good, I’d probably go for it irrespective of the price. But a black mug with a dull Harry Potter written on it – Nah!
I was eyeing the ink pot set and wished they were selling a sorting hat. The wands were okay and the poster too big. Not wanting to dedicate so much wall space to HP, we decided to go for a Gryffindor fridge magnet. I managed to preserve the paper bag of the souvenir and the brochures etc. So I have 4 souvenirs now – one fridge magnet, 2 brochures and the paper bag with HP print. I am a stickler for souvenirs and memorabilia!
Sorry I have no pictures of the real magnet for now but this is the design of the magnet.
It was a good trip. I liked the music played and the short movie clip in the AV section. There was also an audio tour for some extra price but we weren’t too interested.
Having said all that, I can’t hide the slight disappointment. I think this sort of disappointment is sometimes inherent in fantasies. Atleast for me, I tend to conjure up a big world and imagine the gargoyles, the death-eaters, the centaurs and everything and everyone from the series. But somehow, the museum had a big section on the “who wore what in the movies” that did not appeal to the child in me at all. Infact K and I just looked at the quidditch models and moved on. The sections with the photos and replicas were good. But definitely not enough. I wanted more! It was some weird mixed feeling – Here I was awed at how they did all that they did and on the other hand wanted more magic. Yea- that’s right. I was looking for more magic !
I am glad I had that experience – more happy than otherwise 🙂 When I finally came out of Hogwarts, I was a happy kid and clung to my little pack of magent and brochures. All that night, K threatened me with, “Please get me water from the fridge/ please get me that cream coloured pillow/ please give me the remote (that was 12 centimetres away). If you don’t, I will take away your magnet.”
Signing off with a happy photo:
Make a happy weekend folks! 🙂