[ Because The Hobbit comes out this week and I can’t think about anything else, all week long on my blog I’ll be posting meditations on some of my favorite moments from The Lord of the Rings, both novel and film. Today we venture into the Old Forest. ]
In September 2002, as I was beginning my junior year of high school, my best friend called me up on the phone.
“Boze, I have the most amazing movie,” he said. “You have to see it.”
I was immediately skeptical. Eric Booth and I had vastly different taste in movies. I preferred mystery-thrillers from the 1950s and ‘60s, which put him to sleep. And his one attempt to show me The Matrix hadn’t gone over well.
“What’s it called?” I asked, more out of politeness than genuine curiosity.
“Fellowship of the Ring,” he said in a tone of wonder. Continue reading