A non-HP interlude for ROTK. No Spoilers (yet).

Well, it was an okay-I-can-die-now sort of experience. Really was.

Almost perfect. And give me six months and one more showing of the thing and I'll say, "Oh, hell, it was perfect. Forget I said anything involving 'almost.'"

I've cried, but oh, I haven't even started crying. The sheer joy of seeing my favorite story in the world done and done RIGHT is still bubbling under the surface and I still can't let it all out for fear it will render me incapable of action for the next few weeks.

Frodo. Frodo Frodo Frodo Frodo Frodo.

I'm holding off posting my take on the film, and the trilogy of films, and the books, and Frodo, and What Is All So Important To Me for a totally selfish reason: I want to give a few more of you a chance to see the film so you might actually read my spoilerish ramblings! So I'm going to try to hang on for a couple of days and try to get all my thoughts down.

Couldn't wait. Why on earth did I think I could wait?

Arrgh. I said I would wait, but I can't. I want to babble about these thoughts now while it's fresh and while I wait for new thoughts to deepen.

( What follows: ROTK, LOTR in general, and why I really really needed for them to get it right. Not a cogent review by any means; just stuff I wanted to talk about.Yes, I do talk about slash too. And fanfiction. Spoilers, definitely, though you can begin reading if you have read the books or seen the first two movies, and I'll warn you when to get out, if you don't want the third film spoiled. )