In the past three years, I and the rest of movie goers [so they say] are awed by the world of JRR Tolkien, the Middle Earth, thanks to Peter Jackson. “The Lord of The Ringsâ€, all six books of the story [yes, it is six books, but divided in three volumes, two books in each volume] have been brought to silver screen. As the result, the main characters in the story all have their face and, well, they actually live. And the Middle Earth is built to entertain the world.
The third installment of “The Lord of The Ringsâ€, “The Return of The Kingâ€, ended this epic. Though may some people think that this movie was not perfect, but I think it was perfect as a closure of this story. I must state that it is one of very few movie [I can’t even recall other movie] that get a quite sincere applause from its viewer. Not to mention the awe and scream from all the girls watching the action and particularly the charm of Legolas Greenleaf, played well by Orlando Bloom. From now on, Gandalf the White will always be Sir Ian McKellen; Gimli son of Gloin will have the face of John Rhys-Davies; Arwen Evenstar will always be as pretty as ehm who’s that girl? ah yes, Liv Tyler; Aragorn will always as though as Viggo Mortensen; Samwise Gamgee will be pictured in our mind as Sean Astin; and Elijah Wood will be nicknamed Frodo Baggins. All other characters will have their own faces.
Alas, this mythical world, like all other world in the movies, will gladly deliver us to the return to real world. The world where we actually live, where all of us have our own scenarios, minus the elves and the dwarves and the hobbits and the wizards, mind you. The Real World. Our World.
Yup, the world where my room is a wrecked ship, a lot of work to be done. The world where facts happen each day, where fictions only have their place on books and movies and stories.
Nonetheless, it was quite a movie, quite a journey. And I enjoyed it.