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It's 4:30 in the morning...

Lord of the Rings: Return of the King has been seen.

You may have noticed that it's after 4:30 in the morning. That's because we saw a 12:30 Gold Class session. Yes, you heard that right, half past midnight! It was the only session we could get as the "normal" Gold Class sessions are booked solid until the 16th.

Organised by Tanya (fuzzymoonchild) there was Tanya and Dan, Phil and Angie (angie78), Tom and Allie, Tim and Susan, Kevin and myself. As Kevin so daintily put it, he's been on more "dates" with me than anyone else!

To sum up the movie in one word or less, I would have to say "rushed".

Don't get me wrong, it was a brilliant movie and a fitting finale, but there was so much that had to be put into the three and a half hours that things seemed to be continuously rushing from one point to the next. Even the "wrap up" scenes at the end were rushed, there was so much more they could have done but just didn't have time.

However, that said, the sun has risen, and I should probably try and get some sleep.

More later.

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paxford
Jan. 3rd, 2004 02:36 am (UTC)
I had the feeling when watching the "trip home via the map" sequence that this is where Mr Jackson will be putting in various bits & pieces on the Extended version (or is that more of a "I hope this will happen" feeling?)

And did you enjoy Legolas Versus the Oliphant? :-)
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