He reused way too many things, though -- one or two iris wipes are unique, but as symbolic shorthand for "oh nos losing consciousness/coming back to life" they grew tiresome. I did like the little nature interstitials, such as the leaf falling off the Whomping Willow, but they could've quickly grown tiresome too.
But it was nice to see things so dark. And much love for Michael Gambon, who admirably took over the role of Dumbledore. I admit I probably was the only one in the theater who giggled when he was hanging around the infirmary, but that's just me.
I think I'm about to pass out now. Up waaaaay too late, which is hilarious to think about. This used to be noon for me. Such is life when you actually have to Have one.
