The Return of the King
Mood:  on fire
Now Playing: The Monkees Music Box set, Disc 2
It's been twelve hours since I walked out of "The Return of the King" and I still can't summon a cohesive review beyond this: This movie is marvelous.
The whole trilogy is marvelous, and "Return" is a worthy capstone to the entire undertaking. Anyone who leaves this movie unmoved is simply too tightly wound, period.
I saw the movie last night with the Kiddo and three of her school friends in the tiny theater here in our home town. There was a packed and respectful house, with no rowdiness whatsoever. All four of the girls loved it, each for different reasons. Kiddo, of course, as the premiere Sam fan of the western world, spent the majority of the movie in tears and loved it.
The Kiddo and I are going to see it again tonight, this time with the S.O. and my brother, in the stadium seating venue about a half-hour from here. I bought the tickets two days ago, on my birthday.
Crazy? Maybe. But mostly harmless.
And this movie is nothing short of a masterpiece. Five stars easily.