What was I going to say? Oh, yes. When comparing two works, one of which is a book and the other is the film made from the book, always watch the film first.
A couple of days ago, I was watching the first part of Fellowship of the Ring (expanded version) and was prompted to get down my copy of the book, and went through it at the usual pace, and am now halfway through Two Towers. I watched the second part of the Fellowship movie today, and couldn't stop muttering at the screen. No, no, and no. He didn't say that. That didn't happen. Ginji is not just comic relief. Where are my beloved and dearly remembered lines and moments?
I know. All my fault. I'm a purist. Should have watched the movie first, and then reread the books; at least that way I wouldn't have all those points fresh in my mind to be contradicted.
Ah well.
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From the porch upon the top of the high terrace they could see beyond the stream the green fields of Rohan fading into distant grey. Curtains of wind-blown rain were slanting down. The sky above and to the west was still dark with thunder, and lightning far away flickered among the tops of hidden hills. But the wind had shifted to the north, and already the storm that had come out of the East was receding, rolling away southward to the sea. Suddenly through a rent in the clouds behind them a shaft of sun stabbed down. The falling showers gleamed like silver, and far away the river glittered like a shimmering glass.
-- The Two Towers, JRR Tolkien
A couple of days ago, I was watching the first part of Fellowship of the Ring (expanded version) and was prompted to get down my copy of the book, and went through it at the usual pace, and am now halfway through Two Towers. I watched the second part of the Fellowship movie today, and couldn't stop muttering at the screen. No, no, and no. He didn't say that. That didn't happen. Ginji is not just comic relief. Where are my beloved and dearly remembered lines and moments?
I know. All my fault. I'm a purist. Should have watched the movie first, and then reread the books; at least that way I wouldn't have all those points fresh in my mind to be contradicted.
Ah well.
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From the porch upon the top of the high terrace they could see beyond the stream the green fields of Rohan fading into distant grey. Curtains of wind-blown rain were slanting down. The sky above and to the west was still dark with thunder, and lightning far away flickered among the tops of hidden hills. But the wind had shifted to the north, and already the storm that had come out of the East was receding, rolling away southward to the sea. Suddenly through a rent in the clouds behind them a shaft of sun stabbed down. The falling showers gleamed like silver, and far away the river glittered like a shimmering glass.
-- The Two Towers, JRR Tolkien