McJulie, at the Goth House site reminds me of a favorite Christmas carol: the Pogues Fairytale of New York.
Cathartic, compressed, magnificent, soggy: my summing up of yesterday's viewing of Return of the King. Soggy both from weeping and from sitting in line in the rain - even with an umbrella, there's always the sideways spume. I breakfasted with
The movie was amazing.
Of course I have quibbles. But everyone who tells a story tells it differently. Three people at an event of a mere hours duration can tell you three unrelated tales of what happened - an epic with so many vibrant threads offers many more opportunities for divergence in the angle of telling. Jackson's love of battles shows in his version, as Tolkien's love of language and lineage shows in his... of course, I am separating the tale from the original teller, but so are all mythic cycles, eventually. If I were to tell the story of the Lord of the Rings, it would be a third separate and equally blasphemously divergent version of the events, I am certain.
I go in for a fasting blood draw tomorrow, so no food after 8 pm. This will of course find me instantly starving at 8:01 p.m. whether I have dined or not...