Tonight I went to see the extended Two Towers at the cinema because HELLS YEAH EXTENDED! I have been bouncing around about how thrilled I was that I could see those bits on the big screen!

Peter Jackson appeared on screen right before it and I may have squealed a little. And I was so prepared to have a good cry when Sam did his speech at the end but instead we'd JUST reached past the mid-point of the movie when - AND THIS WILL BE A SURPRISE TO EVERYONE EVER - a huge earthquake tried to shake the cinema down and we had to evacuate. OH MY GOD, YOU GUYS, I'M DYING.

I thought maybe we could hang around and wait for them to start it up again, but then we saw the cracks through the tiles in the lobby. So... yeah. We came home.

This is all sort of ironic in that a portion of ticket sales go to earthquake appeal.
I am so ridiculously overwhelmed with emotion. The music, oh god, I am just incoherent with how much love I have for Lord of the Rings. I've been sitting here with Lara squealing.

I saw Aidan! Looking sexy if a little beardy. And Richard Armitage was being all eloquent and not killing anybody. And Andy! And Ian! And Alan Lee! And, of course, Peter Jackson ♥

I don't have enough ♥ ♥ ♥ This silly little behind the scenes thing has made today so wonderful. ♥
You know what movie you shouldn't put on late at night? Extended Return of the King.

We're never ever going to get to go to bed...
Twenty-six hours after we started, we have now completed our group viewing (for Alison's birthday) of the extended Lord of the Rings trilogy. Not so bad considering we actually stopped for long enough to do useful things like sleep and have breakfast, lunch, dinner and also play LotR trivial pursuit in the middle.

I am tearful and soft-hearted. Once Theodon dies I just don't really recover my wits after that.

The living room is covered in mattresses and Alison is now twenty-five years old. Those aren't really related but those are facts anyway.

Right now everyone and everything is lovely and wonderful. Such is the effect of LotR.

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Nov. 8th, 2004 11:54 am
Lotr was on TV last night. It's a sign of obsession that I watched every moment and 'shush!!'ed people more than once. Barelly heard any of the bits in Lorien because mum and brother sat there talking about how evil she is.

Me: Lothlorien! *luffles Galadriel* Nikki says she's evil. Foolish girl.
Mum: She is.
Brother: She totally is!
Me: ... No. Galadriel is NOT evil.
Brother: Eeeeeeevil!
Mum: Freaky and evil!
Brother: Eww! And UGLY!
Me: YOUJUSTCALLEDCATEBLANCHETTUGLYYOUMUSTDIE.
Brother: Eww! Deformed!
Mum: Look at the evil in her eyes!
Brother Her dress shines with it!
Me: ...

I'm never watching movies with those two again. I spent half the mirror scene ranting and explaining Galadriel's motives. Sigh.

After lotr they put on Willow and I was all 'omgyay!' I used to love this movie. Watching it was very odd though cause I hadn't seen it since I was a kid. Weeeird.

And in other news: My little book for writing important travel things? Gone. Eaten by my bedroom. I have pulled this room apart and cannot find it. This means I'm going to have to write Melbourne things in- GASP!- another books. *pouts* It's just not the same.

[livejournal.com profile] saffronlie, we must work out where and when on the 17th we'll meet. Guess it depends on how close to the city you are, huh? And we'll need to work out a system to recognise each other. I changed my mind about the funny hat. It'll take up too much room in my bag ^_^

HIM is touring the US. And they have Auf der Maur opening for them. W A N T. (In my dream last night I went to a HIM concert that had Linkin Park opening. And it was more like...Carols by Candlelight than anything else. It was...odd.)
Karl Urban is Hot.

Karl Urban in leather is Hot.

Karl Urban speaking in another language is really Hot.

Karl Urban with a gun is really really Hot.

Add all these things together and it equals Dead Circe.

So why was my mother shocked that I was hyperventilating everytime he was on screen in the Bourne Supremancy tonight?

Me: OMG! You killed Karl Urban! You suck, Matt Damon!
Mum: He was the bad guy.
Me: He was the Karl Urban!

My entire reflection on this movie boils down to two things:

one: The whole movie filmed with hand held cameras, while not Blair Witch-y, was still annoying.
two: Karl Urban.

Now, if you'll excuse me, I must make Karl icons. *goes to find pics*

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