Ah, Oh, Wha?
Updated: Dec 15, 2019
I have been binge-watching The Lord of The Rings this Saturday, 14 December 2019 (ending just after 1.00 am on the 15th). My husband Richard asked me why I got the sudden urge to watch the films, especially after watching The Hobbit three-movie set and having listened to The Hobbit radio play.
(Okay, D, I fibbed; I did not read the book, the radio play was the best I could do.)
I cannot think for a moment what could have set off this fire. I do like the odd fantasy story, favouring books by Terry Pratchett, and I liked the Star Wars series until it got too long. I have yet to read The Lord of the Rings. I am not getting crazy-weird about it, I do not want to cos-play an orc, and I do not want to get into a philosophical discussion of the role of Treebeard. Please, do not fret, it will only be temporary, much like my soap making projects. Mind you, watching a set of movies over and over costs less than buying soap scents. And less chance of a rash.
As those who know me, I have difficulty in vocal conversations. I can create great and thought-provoking banter in my mind, then suffer embarrassment when I mix up words and bring up subjects about which no one knows. Literature is the worst subject for me, as I read so much and have too many books on the go. I do retain the plots of movies a lot better, yet talking about them puts me in the same position. I am glad you were not there when I tried to bring in a Hogfather reference (the Auditors) to an accounting training session at work. The mention of auditors - the real kind - is brought up quite frequently, not the Terry Pratchett version. Thankfully, Work Husband Number One (yes, I have two) understood. The conversation died, and only the impression of awkwardness remained.
After trying to explain my reason(s), I realise there may not be a purpose for the binging. Not everything can be explained - the Big Bang, for instance. One time I had this super-duper craving for fried eggs. This lasted for a couple of weeks. I had even gone as far as buying a pack of thirty. Being newly engaged, I was asked if I were pregnant - I was not - and it was suggested my body needed some nutritional additive eggs could offer. Having two eggs every day for 14-or-so days, I suddenly stopped. For the record, I was not much of a baker when I lived alone until I bought the thirty-pack. Along with LOTR (I don't think I got the abbreviation right, which proves I do not make much of a nerd), I seem to be enjoying apples a bit too much right now.
I will say, the scenes with Frodo, Sam and Gollum bore me somewhat. This time I am not fast-forwarding through the "Mission to Mordor" parts - a perfect time to get toast with strawberry jam and peanut butter. When I mention the Frodo segments, it reminds me of Buffy the Vampire Slayer and how much I cannot stand Buffy. How many times can Mr Frodo almost die? How many times can Buffy get emotional over Angel? Awk. The books and movies were all about Frodo and the ring. I am a bit simple here, I know. As a friend mentioned, if it were not for the Hippies in the 1960s, The Lord of the Rings would not be in the place it is now. Is this a fair assessment? I think it is, yet I do not see anti-capitalism, pro-ecology, or peace and love, baby. Should I? maybe if I were to place the intent of the book in a 2019 construct.
I am terrible with under-processing the content of a movie based on a book. In the case of LOTR and The Hobbit, I had not read the books before seeing the films - as I have mentioned prior. Richard's complaints regarding the unnecessary scenes in The Hobbit did ruin it a bit for me. After listening to the radio drama (bearing the screechy noises - thank you, you're welcome), I can appreciate his point. I rarely get frustrated over movies that do not quite fit the original narrative of the book; that could be considered a blessing and a curse. Going in cold to a movie is not that bad, honestly. I get itchier over historical "facts" presented in movies based on real events.
I am watching the last bit of the film, the part where Bilbow goes on his final adventure. I am glad to have seen the films, regardless of my unknowledge of the books. I will be suffering from binge let-down for the next couple of days, I am sure. My mind will be racing for the next literary trip; movie or book version, I do not know. Be prepared for complicated convos and the odd "I did not likes". I will see the LOTR films again, as I promised Richard I would after we spend 18 hours listening to the radio drama versions.