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I've already posted this to my friends so now I'm posting it on my LJ as well. It's about the worst day I've ever had.
I walked out from Return of the King.
I have never walked out from a film in my entire life. I’ve fallen asleep twice (to Last Year at Marienbad and Mutter Krause Fahrt ins Glück) but I’ve never ever walked out. In my mind, no matter how bad the movie that was something you just don’t do.
Before you ask, I feel fine now. I have recovered and have smoked tons of cigarettes since, so fear not.
How it happened? Sigh.
We came to town about five minutes after three.
I was sick from the start and we should have taken that for an omen really and stayed at home. But we decided to go anyway since I wasn’t more nauseous then every now and then when I go to my work for nine hours. We had 55 minutes to do some shopping and we went off in different directions. I searched for the ROTK soundtrack in two shops but to no avail. Malin had told me she wanted “anything LOTR related from the new gameshop” as a Christmas present and I settled for ( Don't read if you're Malin! )
We then went to see the film. Sigh.
On our left there was a band of boys, ten or so of them, 10-12 years of age and obviously interrelated. Next to us sat two boys who were hiding their face in their hands and groaning “please let them be quiet.”
They were referring to the band of boys. Sigh.
They were loud. They did things. The boys at our side turned and yelled at them to be quiet because the movie was starting. To no avail. The ten or so boys yelled, talked loudly to each other, used their cell phones, ran around, changed seats. They called out after each other across the theatre. They threw popcorns at other theatre goers.
I didn’t see the film. I was either upset or nervous the entire time, expecting an “attack” from the left flank at any moment. Whenever something would happen, whenever there was a conversation you feared it would be ruined and it was. The boy next to us ran and got the guard who told the boys they had to be quiet. That didn’t help. People shouted and yelled. The guy who was attacked with popcorn moved to another seat. I suddenly realized Elrond was in a scene and he had said something important to Aragorn but what that was I had no idea. Malin then rushed out and complained to the guard who came in again and talked to each of the boys.
At this point in time I had lost one third of the film. I started choking up because I remembered how I had planned for this to be and how it was in fact playing out. It was all gone… the film was gone, the things that had happened were gone, my enthusiasm was gone. I went outside, having never used the exit door of a theatre mid-show before, and practically crying, asked the vendor if she had any tickets left for the 8 o’clock showing. She had, in front row where we always sit anyway. I went back in and asked Malin if she wanted to leave. I think she didn’t but I knew I had to. I saw the three hunters on the path of the dead and went ‘gee that’s what the oath breakers look like, that’s another thing I missed!” Another surprise spoiled. I couldn’t take anymore of it, I felt that I didn’t want *this* movie ruined for me in this way, not the remaining half of it anyway. I just got out of there as soon as possible.
We went outside and immediately lit up. We smoked all the way to the restaurant. We had planned to make this an exciting day, following a tradition we have to have a night for ourselves a few days before Christmas with a movie and a restaurant afterwards. We had planned to talk about the film and be excited. All this was ruined. Instead we sat there, upset, smoking (I sent messages to just about everyone to tell them what had happened and how I wanted murder to be made legal for certain reasons.) and wasting money on food we didn’t really enjoy because there was no atmosphere and all we could think about was kill, kill, kill…
So that’s money down the drain, in addition to the money we spent on getting new tickets. The waitress was friendly though and that helped a bit so we tipped her. We then went to a cellar-based video store to get cigarettes from Malin and then we went, four hours later, to the theatre for our second attempt of seeing ROTK.
I was so tired. I didn’t sleep well last night but got up anyway to go to that fucking show. I could have slept. I could have slept and gone to the 8 o’clock show from the start. This means when the film finally started I was dead tired. I could hardly keep my eyes open. It’s horrible to admit it but I kept wishing the film could be over with so I could sleep. I didn’t get very excited by the action on screen because it was all a blur to me. That’s an awful thing to admit to isn’t it? I was tired and my eyes were tired and so I felt it was all a boring blur.
Also Malin had to slump since the people behind her told her she was too tall and had to lean down so that they could see.
The first hour of the movie was awful. There was no excitement or magic left since I’d already seen it several hours before. It wasn’t like when we saw TTT last year. It was… oh yeah, another hour of scenes I have seen enough to have them spoilt for me now but not enough to have *actually* seen them. I just wanted to… I kept hoping I would get all my sleepiness over and done with while the scenes were still old. The new stuff was a relief but still there wasn’t the excitement that should have been, had things not turned out this way for us. I didn’t get my wish about the sleepiness.
I had to rush to the bath room so I kept thinking when is a good time to go. Hence I basically missed some scenes I was interested in such as ( SPOILER! )
I did go, another movie first for me and splashed some real water on my eyes to keep myself awake (the past hour I had been using sparkling mineral water for that which of course wasn’t as effective.) I was back in a minute, a bit more awake and able to actually enjoy the remainder of the film (about 45 minutes.)
We then walked to the bus, smoked and made preparations for operation cheering up (getting two friends over to watch the TTT appendices and staying up all night.)
Malin is ecstatic about this films, she has after all seen it once before. She says the only thing that cheered her up was Prince Legolas.
Me? Well it was OK. It’s hard… I can’t put things quite in to words. I knew I liked it in some way. There just wasn’t any… joy in seeing it.
It was good. I know I will see it again and I will learn to love it, but I just don’t have this burning desire to see it again and again like I had when I had seen FOTR and TTT for the first time. I liked it, but it wasn’t… magical. I’m not filled with wonderful images or fantasies that can’t leave my mind. I don’t want to download the soundtrack at once and get drunk and smoke and talk about it for hours on end. I don’t feel any Christmas spirit in the way I did the last two years. I feel “Oh my, the holiday-tradition of escaping into a fairy tale is not as wonderful and thrilling and holiday-inducing as previously.” I’m tired and I came home four hours later than planned. I feel a bit disillusioned.
It just feels like a bit of an anti-climax.
The events in ROTK were not as dramatic as I’d though they’d be. ( SPOILER! )
I walked out from Return of the King.
I have never walked out from a film in my entire life. I’ve fallen asleep twice (to Last Year at Marienbad and Mutter Krause Fahrt ins Glück) but I’ve never ever walked out. In my mind, no matter how bad the movie that was something you just don’t do.
Before you ask, I feel fine now. I have recovered and have smoked tons of cigarettes since, so fear not.
How it happened? Sigh.
We came to town about five minutes after three.
I was sick from the start and we should have taken that for an omen really and stayed at home. But we decided to go anyway since I wasn’t more nauseous then every now and then when I go to my work for nine hours. We had 55 minutes to do some shopping and we went off in different directions. I searched for the ROTK soundtrack in two shops but to no avail. Malin had told me she wanted “anything LOTR related from the new gameshop” as a Christmas present and I settled for ( Don't read if you're Malin! )
We then went to see the film. Sigh.
On our left there was a band of boys, ten or so of them, 10-12 years of age and obviously interrelated. Next to us sat two boys who were hiding their face in their hands and groaning “please let them be quiet.”
They were referring to the band of boys. Sigh.
They were loud. They did things. The boys at our side turned and yelled at them to be quiet because the movie was starting. To no avail. The ten or so boys yelled, talked loudly to each other, used their cell phones, ran around, changed seats. They called out after each other across the theatre. They threw popcorns at other theatre goers.
I didn’t see the film. I was either upset or nervous the entire time, expecting an “attack” from the left flank at any moment. Whenever something would happen, whenever there was a conversation you feared it would be ruined and it was. The boy next to us ran and got the guard who told the boys they had to be quiet. That didn’t help. People shouted and yelled. The guy who was attacked with popcorn moved to another seat. I suddenly realized Elrond was in a scene and he had said something important to Aragorn but what that was I had no idea. Malin then rushed out and complained to the guard who came in again and talked to each of the boys.
At this point in time I had lost one third of the film. I started choking up because I remembered how I had planned for this to be and how it was in fact playing out. It was all gone… the film was gone, the things that had happened were gone, my enthusiasm was gone. I went outside, having never used the exit door of a theatre mid-show before, and practically crying, asked the vendor if she had any tickets left for the 8 o’clock showing. She had, in front row where we always sit anyway. I went back in and asked Malin if she wanted to leave. I think she didn’t but I knew I had to. I saw the three hunters on the path of the dead and went ‘gee that’s what the oath breakers look like, that’s another thing I missed!” Another surprise spoiled. I couldn’t take anymore of it, I felt that I didn’t want *this* movie ruined for me in this way, not the remaining half of it anyway. I just got out of there as soon as possible.
We went outside and immediately lit up. We smoked all the way to the restaurant. We had planned to make this an exciting day, following a tradition we have to have a night for ourselves a few days before Christmas with a movie and a restaurant afterwards. We had planned to talk about the film and be excited. All this was ruined. Instead we sat there, upset, smoking (I sent messages to just about everyone to tell them what had happened and how I wanted murder to be made legal for certain reasons.) and wasting money on food we didn’t really enjoy because there was no atmosphere and all we could think about was kill, kill, kill…
So that’s money down the drain, in addition to the money we spent on getting new tickets. The waitress was friendly though and that helped a bit so we tipped her. We then went to a cellar-based video store to get cigarettes from Malin and then we went, four hours later, to the theatre for our second attempt of seeing ROTK.
I was so tired. I didn’t sleep well last night but got up anyway to go to that fucking show. I could have slept. I could have slept and gone to the 8 o’clock show from the start. This means when the film finally started I was dead tired. I could hardly keep my eyes open. It’s horrible to admit it but I kept wishing the film could be over with so I could sleep. I didn’t get very excited by the action on screen because it was all a blur to me. That’s an awful thing to admit to isn’t it? I was tired and my eyes were tired and so I felt it was all a boring blur.
Also Malin had to slump since the people behind her told her she was too tall and had to lean down so that they could see.
The first hour of the movie was awful. There was no excitement or magic left since I’d already seen it several hours before. It wasn’t like when we saw TTT last year. It was… oh yeah, another hour of scenes I have seen enough to have them spoilt for me now but not enough to have *actually* seen them. I just wanted to… I kept hoping I would get all my sleepiness over and done with while the scenes were still old. The new stuff was a relief but still there wasn’t the excitement that should have been, had things not turned out this way for us. I didn’t get my wish about the sleepiness.
I had to rush to the bath room so I kept thinking when is a good time to go. Hence I basically missed some scenes I was interested in such as ( SPOILER! )
I did go, another movie first for me and splashed some real water on my eyes to keep myself awake (the past hour I had been using sparkling mineral water for that which of course wasn’t as effective.) I was back in a minute, a bit more awake and able to actually enjoy the remainder of the film (about 45 minutes.)
We then walked to the bus, smoked and made preparations for operation cheering up (getting two friends over to watch the TTT appendices and staying up all night.)
Malin is ecstatic about this films, she has after all seen it once before. She says the only thing that cheered her up was Prince Legolas.
Me? Well it was OK. It’s hard… I can’t put things quite in to words. I knew I liked it in some way. There just wasn’t any… joy in seeing it.
It was good. I know I will see it again and I will learn to love it, but I just don’t have this burning desire to see it again and again like I had when I had seen FOTR and TTT for the first time. I liked it, but it wasn’t… magical. I’m not filled with wonderful images or fantasies that can’t leave my mind. I don’t want to download the soundtrack at once and get drunk and smoke and talk about it for hours on end. I don’t feel any Christmas spirit in the way I did the last two years. I feel “Oh my, the holiday-tradition of escaping into a fairy tale is not as wonderful and thrilling and holiday-inducing as previously.” I’m tired and I came home four hours later than planned. I feel a bit disillusioned.
It just feels like a bit of an anti-climax.
The events in ROTK were not as dramatic as I’d though they’d be. ( SPOILER! )
