Thanksgiving night we watched the final episode of the Lord of the Rings as we ate the crab and potato salad. When the trilogy first debuted, our home was where stockings were opened Christmas morning and then we all walked down to the Art Deco theater at the bottom of the hill to watch whatever had just released.
We began this Xmas tradition in 1983 with The Christmas Story, a low budget picture that was not expected to do well at the box office and is now a holiday classic. We’d had a rough year and that movie was the perfect distraction.
The next year was even worse. After a failed attempt at merriment, we hiked down the hill to watch Ghostbusters.
By the way, who’s your favorite character in Ghostbusters? Mine’s the wise-cracking receptionist played by Annie Potts. I love that gal.
To my teenage friends and I, the book The Lord of The Rings was the holy gospel of Middle Earth. It was where we were meant to be and not the Reno High School biology lab dissecting frogs. We’d heard about the analogies to WWII and the Nazis, but had no real understanding of the horrors of concentration camps or the ability of power to leech the soul from a human being. We just wanted to escape the mundanity of our lives.
Now LOTR seems like a warning and is too close to comfort to exit the theater refreshed. I think we’ll see a comedy instead. Any suggestions?