Movie Night: The Lord of the Rings – The Fellowship of the Ring (Part 2)

Part two leads off from the Council of Elrond, through the passage over Caradhras and the mines of Moria, the stay with the elves in Lothlorien, and ultimately the sacrifice of Boromir and the breaking of the fellowship.

Frodo carries on the journey begun in the Shire, and more than ever, we see him begin to realize the danger and power of the ring. Even after Gandalf utters the ring’s inscription in the tongue of Mordor, Boromir of Gondor still tries to convince the council to allow his country to use it as a weapon. Gimli attempts to destroy it to no avail, and even when, through the tension, the council agrees that it must be destroyed at Mount Doom, a bitter argument breaks out over who is to be responsible for its destruction. We see Frodo, watching from the background, witness the mounting enmity through flames reflected in the ring itself. It is in the midst of this that he realizes his fate: he is to carry the ring to its final destruction, or his.

One Ring to rule them all,
One Ring to find them,
One Ring to bring them all
and in the darkness bind them.

This is a thought that is reinforced throughout the remainder of the film; the fear Frodo has in allowing others to touch the ring (first seen when Boromir retrieves the fallen ring in the snow of Caradhras) bears witness to this, and it is reinforced when he talks with the Lady Galadriel in Lothlorien. Having witnessed the loss of Gandalf in Moria, and bearing the guilt of that loss with him, he realizes he can no longer bring peril to the remainder of the Fellowship: his decision is made.

You are a Ring-bearer, Frodo. To bear a Ring of Power is to be alone.

It is of course not until the end of the film that Frodo finds the courage to do so; it takes the betrayal of Boromir, and the evidence of the ring’s maddening effect on those around him, to finally convince him. We see him leave; see Boromir find his redemption, and accept his king; we see Merry and Pippin captured by the uruk-hai. The stage is set for the following two films.

It is not the first time Little Satis and I have watched The Lord of the Rings (not even the extended edition), but each time he observes further details, and now is pointing out things I had not seen myself, or at least had not noticed. He made the distinction tonight between the goblins of Moria, the orcs of Mordor, and the uruk-hai of Saruman. Apparently the uruk-hai are seen only in the first two films; the assault on Minas Tirith is made by a combined army of orcs and men, but there are no uruk-hai. He thought perhaps this was the failing of Sauron; the uruk-hai were fewer, but were stronger. Had he had an army of ten thousand uruk-hai to storm the white city, the outcome might have been quite different.

I can’t wait to see what other things he notices as we continue with The Two Towers; watching with an eight-year-old is certainly a rewarding experience!

Movie Night: The Lord of the Rings – The Fellowship of the Ring (Part 1)

After last week’s fiasco, Little Satis and I decided we were in need of a known-good film (KGF). As we discussed it, we realized that we both had quite the hankering to revisit The Lord of the Rings.

Now as you know, this isn’t exactly a one-night endeavor, and so this will be the main focus for the next few weeks. Particularly since we are watching the extended editions (which in my mind are superior – yes they are), this is going to take us some time. Tonight, we watched The Fellowship of the Ring up to the Council of Elrond. (Fun fact – my computer’s spell-check recognizes the world Elrond.)

There’s not a lot to be said about this epic set of films that hasn’t already been discussed ad nauseum. For me, Peter Jackson’s three films represent one of the finest, most perfect filmic storytelling masterpieces of our time, alongside Ben Hur and Spartacus and Dr. Zhivago and Lawrence of Arabia (and more). I’ve discussed the music at length, and there is little more to be said about that, but there are always new things I notice in terms of the film itself.

In the area of cinematography, Peter Jackson has shown himself to be a genius. Beyond the basic settings of his native New Zealand, the direction is subtle, ingenious and masterful. Tasked with the hideous job of making a 5’6″ actor appear half the size of a 5’11” actor, Peter turned to some innovative effects. While multiple shots against green screen were used when possible, there are moments in the film when such things are simply impossible. A fantastic example of this is in the early scenes when Frodo is riding side-by-side with Gandalf in a cart; both actors – not doubles – are sitting next to each other, and the illusion is perfect. It’s only on extremely close inspection that it appears the cart was specifically built with one side of the seat further away from the camera than the other, thus placing Elijah Wood further away than Ian McKellen.

Peter’s faithfulness to the book is also commendable. I’m aware this is somewhat of a contentious issue, as there are indeed areas where Peter and his wife Fran Walsh took considerable liberties, but there are in each case a wonderfully good reason. The most common reason for changes is Hollywood dramatics; no one is interested in a character called Tom Bombadil. One of the things that impresses me continuously, however, is Peter’s respect for the pace of Tolkien’s books. The Fellowship of the Ring, like the two that follow it, is not a fast-paced film (their 4-hour running times is ample evidence of that). The fact that the opening half hour of the movie revolves around the Shire showcases this, but it serves an important job: it retains the gradual building of tension and the destroying of Frodo that is so incredibly important in the books. Take a moment and look at Frodo in the earliest moments of The Fellowship of the Ring, and compare it to the final moments before the destruction of the ring in The Return of the King. It hardly seems to be the same person.

This insidiousness is, ultimately, what draws me and Little Satis into the movie so deeply. The turning points are many, but subtle. The way Frodo looks at the ring after barely escaping the Nazgûl shows clearly that the deadly seriousness of their plight has only just dawned on him. Later, on Weathertop, the three other hobbits are cooking in the night, and only Frodo has the presence of mind to realize their fire could give them away. These are further things that change as each character experiences their own life-altering experiences.

Perhaps the most compelling scenes in the first half of this film are those at the very beginning, where Bilbo Baggins is musing on the story to write in his home under the hill. He says that a Baggins has always lived there, and always will. In these few words, we see both the beginning and the end of the tale, and are set up for all the bitterness that is to follow.

More to come next week!

Movie Night: Pirates of Treasure Island

Year: 2006

Director: Leigh Scott

Production Company: The Asylum

Leads: Lance Henrikson, Tom Nagel

Well…it had to happen sometime. For our movie night this week, Little Satis and I picked a real stinker. I mean a complete, bogthumping rotter, in the words of Roald Dahl.

Pirates of Treasure Island is billed as a loose adaptation of Treasure Island, and loose is indeed the right term. There are similarities taken straight from the book, and oddities that appear completely out of left field, leaving you completely boggled.

In essence, Jim Hawkins (for yes, there is a Jim Hawkins) discovers Billy Bones‘ treasure map after he dies in his inn. Abruptly. He rather unconvincingly convinces his (apparent) friend Dr. Livesey to finance the voyage, and then even less unconvincingly gets Captain Smollett (French, apparently) to sail them, because he has nothing better at the moment to do. And of course, Long John Silver (I don’t even remember how he got into the tale) hires the crew.

They depart, find the island, the pirate crew mutiny, go ashore, find the treasure, duke it out with the good guys, all get killed, and everyone lives happily ever after.

Except.

The movie is full of buxom babes. Really for no reason. One of them is supposed to pass for a boy, though I didn’t actually realize it until they made a fuss out of her ‘turning out’ to be a woman. Captain Smollett (Smoyette, as he pronounces it) keeps two ‘girls’ with him in his cabin for undisclosed purposes, and Anne Bonney (played  suitably terribly by Rebekah Kochan, who – yes – starred in a movie called Lez Be Friends) is some kind of incapable barmaid who turns out to be an infamous pirate – cleavage as deep as the Marianas Trench and all –  despite being entirely incapable of handle a sword.

The treasure map was a wonderful bit of scrap paper, with a set of coordinates in the middle and nothing else. Um…I was pretty sure maps were supposed to have a little more detail than that (though actually, I suppose it is a lot more efficient that way). Oh, and it turns out it isn’t the map to the treasure at all, but a decoy; over-inflated pirate captain Anne Bonney had the real map the whole time. And just didn’t tell anyone.

The ship was an awesome piece of work – quite convincing as a nineteenth-century pirate vessel, in fact. It’s just a shame they didn’t use the same ship for the long-distance aerial shots. I mean literally a completely differently-constructed ship. It was even a different color.

Now, here’s the thing. I can overlook all of this silliness. I don’t particularly care that the swords are painted cardboard, or that the tipping and shaking of the deck looks worse than the original Star Trek, or that people just sort of fall over when they get shot. I’m willing to overlook shoddy effects for the sake of a good story. After all, look at Godzilla: wonderful stop-motion animation that doesn’t fool anyone, and isn’t disruptive at all because the story is solid. What I can’t – what I won’t – excuse is a shoddy story. Before filming begins, before casting or hiring or production or any of that other stuff happens, you need a story. And if the story sucks, it simply shouldn’t turn into a movie. I know that sadly this happens more often than not, but I’m usually able to sniff them out and avoid them like a dying stinkbug in a skunk’s rear end.

I was only attracted to this movie by Lance Henriksen. Here is an actor I deeply admire, ever since his appearance in Aliens. His performance as a disillusioned widower on the brink of insanity in the wonderful but short-lived TV series Millennium is simply perfect – stunningly brilliant, in fact – and his capabilities as an actor as transcendental. How he ended up attached to this trite is beyond me. I feel sorry for him. I don’t feel sorry for Tom Nagel or Rebekah Koch, because their resumé deserves this. They’re actors starting their career, and are meant to deliver dung on their way up (though delivering dung in dung on top of dung is probably not a particularly auspicious beginning).

More than anything, though, I feel kind of bad for subjecting Little Satis to this. He stuck through it, little trooper that he was – probably hoping it would get better – but the first thing he did as the ending credits began to roll was to screw his face up at me and go, “I didn’t really like that one.” Strike one – he’s loved every other movie I’ve introduced him to. I suppose we’re all allowed some mistakes; next week I’m making damn sure it’s an excellent movie. As for this week, I’m writing off those ninety minutes of my life as time I will never get back.

Oh, and did I mention the island was infested with giant, man-eating insects? Because all treasure islands are, I guess.

★ ☆ ☆ ☆ ☆