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Saturday, December 20, 2003
erin and I quickly decided today that we could not live without seeing this movie immediately, even though we have plans to see it on Sunday. Plans and tickets.

So we walked a mile and a half down the road to the tiny, crappy-ass ghetto neighbourhood movie theatre, which, in this suburban land of People Who Drive, is attended only by the local pre-teens who aren't yet old enough to take the car to the GOOD megaplex in Clifton.

Those little fuckers almost ruined the movie for us. The only other adults in the theatre, the couple sitting behind us, had to call the manager twice and the assholes still wouldn't shut up.

Despite this interference, I had an amazing evening of excitement and weeping and glory and falling in love with my new boyfriend. Sean Astin, I love you. I know I said this after the last two movies, but I super-serious mean it this time.

Fucking hell. I can't even talk about it, this movie was so good. I know you all know that, but, shit. Shit, man.

Spoilers:
So, I never did finish reading the third book and I'm glad because I didn't enjoy the books that much, but I love the hell out of the movies, so I'd rather save the surprises for that experience. Except I completely forgot that when I was a kid, my sister and I used to watch the 1980 Rankin-Bass version of The Return of the King all the freakin' time. So some point during the movie, images from the cartoon started flashing before my eyes. "No, images!" I thought. "Stop spoiling the story for me!"

Luckily, my memory is crap, so it still managed to pack a nice, satisfying emotional wallop.

Now that I know Aragorn and Arwen really do end up together-- I figured they would, but I wasn't totally sure because, honest, it woulda made more practical sense to pair up Eowyn and Aragorn-- I felt really bad for Eowyn, who really got shafted, storywise. I like that at the end, Jackson sort of implied visually that she and Faromir (so named because he looks just like Boromir, but much, much Fair-omir-er-- rowwwwr) might have a chance together. Was that in the book? That would be nice. Because I started feeling bad for the girl. Her ass was getting all Eponine'd. And they never really resolve that for her; they just make her an amazing, ass-kicking heroine. I wonder how much of that is from the book? Did Eowyn get to kill the head Nazgul guy in the book? I hope, I hope?


So, to sum up: I almost killed a group of children today, and Return of the King rules.