Lord of The Rings

[gentlewind]

Linnen said:

One thing that scared me through the movie was all these Harry Potter looking characters popping up. It's probably because 99.9% of my mind is devoted to Harry, but i couldn't help thinking that Gimli was a mini-Hagrid and that guy (curly haired one, he was kinna snakey-ish) was Snape.

Do you mean Wormtongue? The one with greasy hair, yellow teeth, hooked nose, and popping eyes? The one who was thrown out of the Golden Hall? Yea, he does remind me of Snape. ;D

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Oh, THAT was the character's name...That guy did remind me of Snape...In a dirtier, greasier, slimier, older, nastier way...I think he was a little too, well, dirty to be Snape. I mean, although Snape's hair is meant to be very, VERY greasy, Snape isn't mean to be, well, dirty, is he?

*mutters* Oh man, I used the word 'dirty' WAY too many times in that paragraph...I MUST keep a thesaurus handy...

[hippiesoul]

Ajennsis said:

I MUST keep a thesaurus handy...

Yes, and then you write orbs instead of eyes...

[sollunaestrella]

Ajennsis said:

I MUST keep a thesaurus handy...

Thesauruses are my friends...*hugs thesaurus*

[Pikatribble]

(Yup, another old thread brought up...sorry folks...)

Anyway, I saw LOTR over the holidays....I've never read the books, so I can't comment on whether book or movie is better, but I can say I found Two Towers to be better than the first movie. I didn't go to the theater to see Fellowship Of The Ring, but even sitting comfortably in my own home, but the second hour I was going 'is this going to end? is it over yet?', and then I kept thinking '..and this would be a good place to end...and this would be a good place to end...' and where they choose to end was one of the places I was thinking 'this isn't a good place to the end'. However, Two Towers, even sitting in an uncomfortable movie theater seat with a sticky floor unmoving for three hours, I still didn't really want it to end. I dunno...I just liked it better...

And while Legolas is extremely cute, it's Aragorn for me all the way.

[sara]

Today at www.slashdot.org/ they posted a link to a forum where they had versions of LOTR as written by other famous authors (i.e. Terry Prachett, Mark Twain, Hemingway, and various other authors). The actual forum itself a) has a long URL and b) has some questionable good-taste content so I won't link it directly (and no, I didn't know about this forum before it was on slashdot) so I'll just quote my faviorite ones -

Lord of the Rings, by Dr. Seuss

"Gandalf, Gandalf! Take the ring!
I am too small to carry this thing!"

"I can not, will not hold the One.
You have a slim chance, but I have none.
I will not take it on a boat,
I will not take it across a moat.
I cannot take it under Moria,
that's one thing I can't do for ya.
I would not bring it into Mordor,
I would not make it to the border."

And Ray Bradbury (I think this is better than Dr. Seuss)

In which Gandalf gains a new perspective on his heretofore unexamined mission:

It was a pleasure to burn.

It was a special pleasure to see Hobbits eaten, to see them blackened and changed. With the wooden staff in his fists, with this great python spitting its venomous pitch upon the Shire, the blood pounded in his head, and his hands were the hands of some amazing conductor playing all the symphonies of blazing and burning to bring down the tatters and charcoal ruins of history. With his pointed hat on his wizened head, and his eyes all orange flame with the thought of what came next, he mumbled a Word of Command and the Great Smials jumped up in a gorging fire that burned the evening sky red and yellow and black. He strode in a swarm of fireflies. He wanted above all, like the old joke, to shove a haunch of mutton on a spit in the furnace, while the flapping, ridiculous Hobbits died on the porch and lawn of the great Hobbit-hole. While the Hobbits went up in greasy, sparkling whirls that blew away on a wind turned dark with burning.

Gandalf grinned the fierce grin of all men singed and driven back by flame. Fools of Tooks! he thought with an inward chuckle, as the smell of burnt foot-hair filled his nostrils, as welcome as the smell of a fresh-baked apple pie cooling on the sill.

He knew that when he returned to Lothlórien, he might wink at himself, a minstrel man, burnt-corked, in the Mirror of Galadriel. Later, going to sleep, he would feel the fiery smile still gripped by his face muscles, in the dark. It never went away, that smile, it never ever went away, as long as he remembered.

And someone pointed out at that forum that if Robert Jordan wrote LOTR it would be 10 books long.