I discovered that two of my nieces and my soon-to-be niece-in-law, who range in age from 18-21, all saw the movie and loved it, but complained at the relative lack of Orlando screentime. It was like those Foxtrot cartoons come to life.
Xander ,'First Date'
LotR - The Return of the King: "We named the *dog* 'Strider'".
Frodo: Please, what does it always mean, this... this "Aragorn"? Elrond: That's his name. Aragorn, son of Arathorn. Aragorn: I like "Strider." Elrond: We named the *dog* "Strider".
A discussion of Lord of the Rings - The Return of the King. If you're a pervy hobbit fancier, this is the place for you.
Did not get Viggo in my stocking. This Santa thing is a fraud--FRAUD, I say. Fraud. Fraud. Fraud.
Sign you've seen LotR too many times: this makes you giggle.
Oh dear. I've not only seen LotR too many times, I've been a housewife for too long. After I stopped giggling, I thought, "It's mine! It came to me. My precious!"
Hee. "I return to you now, at the turn of the Tide (tm)."
It was a very LOTR Xmas around here, with the notable exception of another printing of the books themselves. Which is fine, as I believe we have about 10 versions in English alone.
Obsessive? Surely not.
I'm glad we got him as Theoden instead, as it's hella fun when watching Titanic to shout "HAIL, THEODEN KING," every time he comes on screen as the captain of the ship.
Hee! One of the (many) things that pissed me off about Titanic was the focus on the fakey-fakey Doomed Romance (TM). They should have just set the cameras on Bernard Hill and Victor Garber and let 'er rip.
That would have been one hell of a movie.
They should have just set the cameras on Bernard Hill and Victor Garber and let 'er rip.
Now that I have it on DVD, that IS the movie I see.
There's a B&W British A Night to Remember which was a fairly low-budget effort in comparison (though it has file footage of the actual Titanic in it) which practically is the movie you really want. Except for the different cast, of course.
They should have just set the cameras on Bernard Hill and Victor Garber and let 'er rip.
Oh, hells yes.
I love VG in that movie SO. Damned. Much.