Having lately seen the extended version of the Lord of the Rings has made me feel, more than ever, the mixture of Miss Piggyish I-want-to-teach-him-a-lesson feelings, and thanks for Peter Jackson.
If you had read the books more than once before you saw the movies, and your mental image of Arwen is not one of Liv Tyler, you know what I mean.
If you are one of those sycho nine year olds that do nothing but stare at their Orlando Bloom posters and argue nonstop over which one will marry him, to speak bluntly, you haven't got a clue.
I can't really comment on the Helms Deep extended scene, because I fell asleep during that scene, it being 2 AM, and then woke up, the exact moment the battle was over.
Is it just me, or is that weird?
I am really mad at Peter Jackson for ruining Legolas for people that have not read the books.
I guess that he failed to notice that in the books, Legolas is more than just arrows, dumb forebodings (like the classic, and need I say much laughed at, "A diversion."), action scenes and tons of hair spray.
Also, even though I think Viggo Mortenson did a good job as Aragorn (exept for that dumb scene where he looks in the palantir and his face gets all screwy), I think that Peter Jackson should have read the books a few more times before making the movies. The Aragorn of the Return of the King portrays Christ returning to his people, not some weak, miscellaneous fairytale king that lived happily ever after.
What is really telling, though, is that the first thing he thought, after reading the books the first time at age 18 was: "I can't wait for some one to make that into a movie."
Isn't that sad?
Isn't it sad that after reading a book like that, all he could think about was making it into a movie?