So hypocritical given my comments towards those who admitted they hadn't seen Star Wars, but no. I read The Hobbit was I was in primary school, although that's not actually part of the trilogy as such, and I saw half the first movie about a year ago, but then had to leave the house (it was on TV). Other than that, nada.
I will take the ring to mordor, but I do not know the way. Nooooooo, Frodoooo!!!!! There is a day the courage of men will fall. But it is not this day!
Frodo's a wee wank. I think the reason the lack of the Scouring really bugs me is because it takes away from Sam's ending.
Sam comes out of the films pretty damn well. He has a much better time of it than almost every other character. <object style="height: 390px; width: 640px"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/O_NmCh42hZM?version=3&feature=player_detailpage"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/O_NmCh42hZM?version=3&feature=player_detailpage" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowScriptAccess="always" width="640" height="360"></object> I'd have love to have seen the Scouring at the end but I've never been able to picture a way it'd have worked. They did struggle with a fatigued ending as it was. In fact, I'll accept that the films do suffer a bit in comparison to the books when it comes to storytelling and characterisation. There are plot holes, and bits skipped out, and more characters are cheapened than deepened. I've always been bugged by the way that they did the Ents. But that's really just a nitpick when you consider what the films' real achievements were, which was somehow managing to capture the scale and world of the books into something we can see and hear. The way they kept such detail and beauty on such a colossal scale through a 10-hour epic is astounding. They have some of the most inspiring scenes ever filmed and a tremendous score, and I've no doubt in saying they're a genuine masterpiece of modern cinema.
I thought Piglett from Winnie the Pooh was a girl at first, and then when I figured out otherwise I assumed he was gay. Or as my father had taught me to say when I was four, "a poofter".
The best "my father is a bigot" story came from when I around the same age. I was in the car with him on the way to the shopping centre, and as he tried to pull into the car park he got cut off by a black man. He said - to himself more than anyone, under his breath - "Black bastard." About twenty minutes later as I was walking around the shops with him, we see that same man doing some shopping of his own. So what do I do? I tap my father on the arm and scream, quite audibly to all within range "Daddy, daddy, daddy! There's the BLACK BASTARD!" I don't actually remember this at all, but I've been told the story many times. Apparently my father got the evillest of nasty looks from this bloke afterwards.