I haven't admitted this, well, except to Bob and the other Bob(who officially known as Robert) that I don't get the hype. They, however both own the fourty DVD set, (which includes live footage of the inside of Froto's trailer) and are a little stunned I can't get into it.
I'm not sure why the whole experience is lost on me . . . maybe it reminds me of the seventies and the neighbors playing D and D. I'm past the seventies and the unicorn fad.
So, I didn't see the first . . . because I just didn't have time to see the first. Saw the second with my dad and his wife, she thought it was a stand alone movie, I knew it wasn't, went along for the ride and spent the three hours more phycologically lost than I ever was before.
A while back, I Emailed Bob(the former Bob) about my experience at The Two Towers. It was pretty funny.
I know this is hopelessly OT. First, Alan, don't lock me out. And second, I know you want to huck a rock at me, but remember you're online and you'll just crack your monitor.I saw Lord of the Rings "The Two Towers" on Friday. I was visiting my dad and Jana, and as part of our day's activities, she wanted to see it.
I NEVER SAW THE FIRST MOVIE!!
Nonetheless, who wants a party pooper around? So I went to see The Two Towers
. . .
AAAAARRRRGGGHHHHH!
MY LIFE MAKES NO SENSE!
WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON IN THIS MOVIE???!!!!
AND WHY WON'T IT END?????!!!!!
PLEASE MAKE IT STOP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
(sniff) . . . mommie? . . .
(whimper)
OK, onto the story behind the madness. Jana wanted to see it, but didn't know it was a sequel. And it was a sequel that was wholly and totally dependant on the first. The three of us sat there, yes, impressed with the special effects, but unable to follow the story line.
BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOORING!
To make matters worse, it is the single most longest THING in the known
universe(and middle earth). My back hurt, my ears buzzed, my eyes strained with utter disbelive in my total lack of comperhension. And everything the screen faded to black, I had hope . . . ANY HOPE . . . that the credits would roll pass my weary eyes.
BUT NO!!!!!!!!!
It didn't stop there! It never stopped! All the love and hope that I had in
the world has left me as I gaped at hour after hour of unworldy, butt ugly
monsters and blood letting.
I left the theater . . . finally. I think the movie reel finally snapped
under the weight of five tons of war footage. The ushurs unlocked the
theaters doors . . . begrudgingly. I left, my heart heavier, my wrinkles more pronounced.
Jana backed into a car as we left the parking lot. Irreverable damage has
been done, in more ways than one.
On the other hand, I'm really attracted to Froto.
It just feels good to say it.