I saw The Return of the King.

Then I came home, and whadya know, Two Towers was on cable.

My brain is a morass of elves and Rohirrim and guys from Gondor. And I will probably have something to say tomorrow.

It was good. It was really really good. (James wishes it to be known that Minis Tirith was amazing.) It rocked my world. I laughed. I cried. (I never cry at movies.) I twitched. (I do twitch at movies.) I cannot descend far enough into hyperbole to do this movie justice. It was the standard against which every other fantasy movie made in our life times will have to be measured. They’re all boned, of course, those are Ent-sized shoes to fill, but there it is.

Damn.