Matthew and I went to see Return of the King yesterday:
(Spoilerless . . . I think.) My God that’s a long movie. Three hours is a looong time to be sitting without a break. They should have an intermission when they show that. I’m sure theaters’ sales of concessions would go way up if they did. I was starving by the end of it.
But, physical discomforts aside, it was also the best of the the trilogy. Beautiful and epic. An excellent battle scene. Loved the Nazgul. Although I left the theater feeling sort of melancholy. Normally at the end of an epic series I expect to feel up–exulted, energized, peppy even. But I didn’t. I still enjoyed it, though. Except I don’t understand people who want to go back over and over again to see it. Maybe it was the conspicuous lack of stadium seating in the theater, but sitting for that long with my neck cricked back makes me disinclined to repeat the experience anytime soon.
Went home and watched the 90’s remake of Godzilla versus Mothra (which was truly awful) and some of the commentaries from the Firefly DVDs. Today: Zorro.