I went to see Lord of the Rings last night, the film which I've been looking forward to for 2 days (manically) 2 years (enthusiastically) and the whole of my life (in a wistful way).
This, in itself was a problem. There was no way this film was going to be completely perfect, and I'd hyped it up so much in my head that God himself would have been a dissapointment.
And I'd read too much about it too. Not that it spoiled plot, but knowing how the large/small size bits with hobbits/humans was done had me watching for it, which dragged me out of it.
And while I haven't read the book for 10 years (at least), but obviously large chunks were still familliar with me, but I knew the plot had been changed, so I kept thinking "That wasn't how I remember it."
All of these things stopped me getting into the first 45 minutes of the film (the Hobbiton section), which didn't grab me as much anyway. But as soon as Bilbo put the Ring was first put on, I was lost. The mood changed for the darker, and I was just swept away by it.
I want to put more in here about how the style swept me away, or the fantastic action sequences or the amazing special effects, or the wonderful acting. But I won't, because providing examples would definitely be spoiler fodder.
I had forgotten how depressing large amounts of the story are, with everything going downhill at various points, so this was a massive bonus for me. I'm now wracking my brains trying to remember what I have to look forward to next year.
Oh, and if you're the kind of person who, knowing how it all happens, is likely to not be as affected by the bad shit going down, then I recommend taking along someone to grip your arm whenever the evil music starts, be emotionally affected by the death of (deleted for spoiler reasons) and jump in all the right places. Trust me, it definitely helps set the mood.
Oh, and the person on the other side of Erin was a 60 year old woman, who was in tears for large chunks of the film. That's how good it is.
This, in itself was a problem. There was no way this film was going to be completely perfect, and I'd hyped it up so much in my head that God himself would have been a dissapointment.
And I'd read too much about it too. Not that it spoiled plot, but knowing how the large/small size bits with hobbits/humans was done had me watching for it, which dragged me out of it.
And while I haven't read the book for 10 years (at least), but obviously large chunks were still familliar with me, but I knew the plot had been changed, so I kept thinking "That wasn't how I remember it."
All of these things stopped me getting into the first 45 minutes of the film (the Hobbiton section), which didn't grab me as much anyway. But as soon as Bilbo put the Ring was first put on, I was lost. The mood changed for the darker, and I was just swept away by it.
I want to put more in here about how the style swept me away, or the fantastic action sequences or the amazing special effects, or the wonderful acting. But I won't, because providing examples would definitely be spoiler fodder.
I had forgotten how depressing large amounts of the story are, with everything going downhill at various points, so this was a massive bonus for me. I'm now wracking my brains trying to remember what I have to look forward to next year.
Oh, and if you're the kind of person who, knowing how it all happens, is likely to not be as affected by the bad shit going down, then I recommend taking along someone to grip your arm whenever the evil music starts, be emotionally affected by the death of (deleted for spoiler reasons) and jump in all the right places. Trust me, it definitely helps set the mood.
Oh, and the person on the other side of Erin was a 60 year old woman, who was in tears for large chunks of the film. That's how good it is.