the return of good movies
now that i’m home, i can turn my attention to movies EVEN MORE exclusively. (i enjoy my life.)
my father and i went to a matinee of return of the king in a huge two-tier theater with a curved screen and an audience that shrieked when the lights went down and throughout at Classic Movie Moments. sometimes i clapped along with them, giddy, as a testament to the fact that for the first 2.25 hours i was swept away by this film.
i think my resting heart rate for the duration of rotk was 106. that’s about what it was the last days before i heard from swarthmore and i know because my p.e. teacher made me take my pulse in front of the class. when he realized it was over 100, he looked at me like i might be crazy, or dead.
the POINT is, it’s such a kickass film it feels like a workout. you break out in a sweat. you alternately tense and relax. and afterwards you feel goofy and fulfilled.
my only quibble is with the last half hour. what is with the 10 different endings, each schmaltzier and more mythical than the last?
it’s so good though. isn’t it? so scary, and thrilling, and well-directed and well-paced. i even thought the script was better. check plus, peter jackson. and thanks.