Monday Memories

[foxrafer.livejournal.com]

Every other Monday let's share a memory centered around the films and/or the story. This week:


Tell us about the first time you saw Return of the King.

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[jassyskie.livejournal.com]

I went to the midnight show even though I had to go to work the next morning, but it was worth it. The theater was almost full, and one thing about going to a midnight show on a Thursday night -- everyone there were fans. *g* It was almost like a big campout. When the lights went down and the movie was about to start, everyone cheered. :)

[splix.livejournal.com]

I think it was the day after Christmas. I flew to Arizona to watch it with kimberlite. I started crying at the lighting of the beacons and pretty much kept crying until the credits stopped rolling.

[sandelwood]

Trilogy Tuesday. I played hooky from work in order to sit at the computer refreshing in order to buy tickets (good thing too, it sold out in 15 minutes). So I sat in a theater for the best 13 hours of my life. I didn't cry at all until the very end credits with Alan Lee's drawings, and then I didn't stop crying for hours afterwards (during the drive home, after going to bed at 4am, cried myself to sleep).

Then when I woke up, I went back out and saw it again.

[caras-galadhon.livejournal.com]

*G* I was in Wellington, NZ, on the tail end of my first trip there with a small pack of fans. We'd done the whole shebang: stood beside the red carpet for the celebrity premiere, wandered all over both Islands, and then finished up seeing RotK at the Embassy Theatre. We were in costume, we were giddy, and it was amazing, every minute. I don't think I've ever seen a movie with a whole theatre of people who were clearly there to share what seemed like a very, very important experience.

When the credits rolled, I teared up. When Sean Bean's name and Alan Lee's drawing of Boromir appeared, tears turned to actual sobs. I cried for, oh, I don't know how long after, but I found I couldn't stop saying, "It's over. It's over." That was what broke me. That this was the very last time I'd see one of this set of films fresh and for the first time. That there was nothing else coming.

But in retrospect, that's ok. Because fandom gives me something new in Middle-earth every day. ^_^ And The Hobbit is coming, and that will be new too. And while I doubt PJ will do it, it's nice to wistfully think about Silm movies, or ones that are exclusively about the Appendices, and on and on.

The Road Goes Ever On and On after all. ^_~

[itstonedme.livejournal.com]

It opened on a Friday at 12:30pm, and I could find no one to go with because everyone was working. So ROTK became the first (and only) film I went to on my own, in a half empty theatre with others who were on their own, many of them adult men. (No, don't go there; they were all there for what was on the screen, fans who couldn't wait.)

My senses were just sucking it up because I knew this was the last of the three. And the moment of the signal fires lighting from peak to peak will always be the scene I remember as most breathtaking, followed by the entire sequence up and into Shelob's lair. I had wanted the final scene to be the shot of Frodo sailing into the West, even though I understood the need for Sam's wedding. But the sunlit waters were majestic and vast and, for me, a worthy lasting image of vast and magnificent trilogy.