We took a momentary break between the second and third movies but more than give us time to use the restroom, it gave us time to reflect on what we've done and what lays before us. No one has left or even mentioned that possibility in the last six years--I mean 'hours'.
4:18am - We have started The Return of the King.
4:19am - I am beginning to realize that these movies will claim my life.
4:53am - I feel sick, undoubtedly too much drink and food. Way too much food. I feel like I ate nine dollars worth of Taco Bell--that's how much food I think I ate! Sweet Jesus.
5:16am - We've all become more quiet, only occasionally saying something to the film or each other. For a number of reasons though I have not updated this log as much as the first...8 hours?
5:23am - The Beacon of Gondor is lit!
5:40am - Matt broke out another package of Hawaiian bread. Also, my eyes hurt.
6:10am - "You will suffer me!" So weary. We all need a battle (and soon) to lift our spirits.
6:26am - We have just put in the sixth, and last, disc. Everyone has to repeat what they just said because no one can talk or hear at a normal level.
6:50am - Rohan's cavalry has shown up and I find life worth living again.
7:25am - We are marching onto Mordor and everyone is pumped. The morning light is faintly coming in through the window. This a world of my own.
7:40am - Somehow we have all gotten distracted talking about when Halle Berry was topless in Swordfish. Man, that was awesome.
7:45am - People here are getting violent towards Frodo. He is quite unpopular right now; probably because if Sam had been given the ring the trilogy would have been 85 minutes long.
8:18am - It's over. All of it. Over. I want to die...and post this journal on my blog, but I think I need a week of recovery. And on a final note, I want to mention how bullshit it is that Frodo clearly forget Legolas's name when reuniting with the hobbits, Gandolf, Gimli and Aragorn.
I'm going to bed.
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