Chris and I finally got around to seeing The Return of the King yesterday. While I did the midnight showing thing when Fellowship came out, that wasn’t really an option this year, as both Tuesday and Wednesday night fell smack dab in the middle of finals. The movie was great, of course. Chris and I are big dweeby LOTR fans, but not the kind who sit in the theatre whispering angrily about every alteration from the books. Sure, we would have been pissed off if Shelob had turned out to be a fluffy teddy bear, but we don’t sweat the small stuff. I liked it more than I liked Towers, but then I liked the third book more than I liked the second book so that’s not all that surprising. The film was three and a half hours, but it didn’t feel like more than two (unlike Towers), and of course I cried like a baby at the end, as I always do when I finish the books.

I’m heading to my parents’ today, and I’ll be there until next Saturday, so updates may be a little sparse. Rest assured that I’ll be up to my eyebrows in Christmas cheer, even if you don’t hear about it.