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I know I'm nowhere near caught up reading the plethora of reviews and comments on my flist, and I'm already seven hours from the end of the movie, which I certainly need to see again (anyone from hp_florida interested?) but I beyond exhausted and I needed to put my thoughts down.

Oh, have I sobbed today. Look, I know I'm a sap. I cried a pint of tears in You've Got Mail when Meg Ryan's character speaks about the Shoes books, so it's almost required that I sob in RoTK.

I've never been moved to tears by a battle scene, no not even Branagh in Henry V, but I think Peter Jackson and Viggo emulated that feeling so perfectly in rotk. And when eowyn said she was no man. And yes, even when Arwen shows up and they do that big smoochy bit.

Of course, Sam leaving Frodo for Rosie was wrong, wrong, wrong - hobbitses have great and t00by love that transcends everything. But with the context of Tolkein, I'll twitch a bit, and wince a bit, and live with it.

epicyclical, do you remember two years ago, when I walked out of FotR and called you and asked you why they couldn't just fly to Mordor on birds? Aaron and I had a discussion about it, as the bird-rescue happened, and he now says it's because there was too much Bad magic in the air before The Eye got the red out.

All in all, I think I liked FOtR better, as a film, but it's amazing to appreciate the artistry and the overwhelming emotion, even on the enormous scale, that was in every frame of the film.

And I can't wait for the extended edition; I've already asked for it for our anniversary next fall.

Oh, haven't I come a long way from the girl who, almost three years ago, saw the first trailer for LOTR and thought, "Rudy? And the kid from flipper? What the hell is this? Nope, no interest."

And I'm not sure I even would've seen FOTR without all the overwhelming discussion two years ago on LJ, then in playing around with the Very Secret Diaries, and hearing from those of <"http://www.livejournal.com/~heidi8/friends"> you who are longtime fans of the books. Of course, I'll make another try on them again, and will try not to get hung up by the Really Long Delay in Frodo and Sam's 'flight' from the Shire ("oh no! They're after us! Let's flee! But only after we get a good price for the olde homestead!").

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Anyhow, I didn't only turn into a gibbering wreck at the film.

Tonight, Aaron and I saw Simon & Garfunkle (with the Everly Brothers) live in concert. Seeing art & paul together is something I never thought I would manage, but then again, I once thought that about Paul McCartney, and 18 months ago, I did.

And I think seven songs made me cry - the boxer, the only living boy in new york, sounds of silence (and copperbadge, I tried to do a phone post for you during the song but it didn't work, wah!), I am a Rock, All I Have To Do Is Dream, and, strangely enough, Mrs Robinson and Feeling Groovy. Not scarborough fair; that was Aaron, who, btw, pointed out that had he realised that I'd clutch at his arm and weep into his shoulder all day, he'd've not worn a brand new blazer (it was vaguely cold (47 degrees!) tonight.

Amazing show, and I just wish I had the time to see the film & go to their concert (in broward country) again tomorrow night.

But I'm afraid I'm old and don't have the energy to do this every night, so I'll just cherish the memories of today. And get caught up on LJ tomorrow...

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[heidi8.livejournal.com]

WAH!

But then he starts talking about Rosie and all is lost and I want frodo to push him into the lava, wah!