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I’ve seen Return of the King twice in the last two days. That’s over seven hours of my life. I think I’m addicted. *g*

Seriously, though. If you haven’t yet gone to see it, do so. This is one of those movies I’m infinitely glad I got the opportunity to see on a cinema-size screen. Though I fully intend to buy the DVD the day it comes out (and spend the ensuing 9 - 12 hours watching all three movies in order), I doubt the power of the film will be (or even could be) of the same intensity. Especially if you’re one of those people who, like me, are moved by things of great size and scope. I cried once during the first time I saw the movie, and it wasn’t even on a sad part (though there are plenty of those). It was when I saw that the few hundred horsemen that had been on-camera for the last few minutes (during a very emotional scene in its own right) were part of a great army of perhaps 10,000 horsemen, and then the camera panned again to show them galloping towards an army of easily 100,000 Orcs. Wow. :)

So! What are you still sitting here for? Shouldn’t you be out buying tickets or something? I recommend buying them at least a few hours in advance. Both shows I went to were sold out well before the movie started. So go buy tickets. And if you need someone to go with you, give me a call.

Oh, and I have to admit: Aragorn’s appearance has once again convinced me to attempt something. This time it’s to grow a full beard, something I’ve never really tried before. Mostly because I hate moustaches. I don’t feel too bad letting the third movie convince me to grow a beard, considering it was the ~first~ movie that made me decide to try for long hair, and overall, I’d consider the hair thing a success. I promise, mom: if the beard thing doesn’t look decent by Christmas day, I’ll shave it off for pictures. *grin*