Monday, August 26, 2013

The Fellowship of the Fantasy Movie

Truly, I have no one to blame but myself.

I mean, why would I ever-

Wait, let me back up a bit.

On Saturday night, we had plans to stay in and babysit our friend's adorable toddler. I was actually looking forward to it. Because staying home on a Saturday and watching a movie is what cool old people do.

My guy is really good to me. And because I'm really good to him, too, on our way to his place I told him that whatever he wanted to watch tonight would be fine.

I saw the look in his eyes and I immediately knew that I had made a grave mistake.

Let me explain myself. If he had said the same to me, I likely would have picked a movie about which he was on the fence. But I wouldn't pick, say, a Sex and the City Marathon- something I know he loathes and would never consider seeing by himself. I figured this would be a mutual courtesy.

Girls, if you're dating a geeky guy-
And he is into fantasy and you are not-
And you have been putting off watching Lord of the Rings for your entire relationship-
DO NOT SAY that he has free reign over the television.

I didn't know that he has an "Oh Em Gee I'm Totally Watching LOTR With My Girl" face before that moment but somehow, without a word exchanged between us, I knew that was the face he was wearing. No. NO. Nonononono.

I sat back in my car seat while he waxed on about the film as I allowed the knowledge of my doom to wash over me and sink in, unable to register a word he was saying.

When I finally came to, I made sure he understood that I was agreeing to the first movie and not the entire trilogy in one sitting. "No, I know," he confirmed, "and besides, the extended version-"


I'm pretty sure that no one is reading this by this point. The Lord of the Rings fans are horrified by my dislike of their epic tale. The non-Lord of the Rings fans clicked out of this page as quickly as they could.

Which is fine. Because I don't really feel like admitting to anyone that imwasmptasbabasibout.

Sorry. *takes hand off of mouth*

It wasn't as bad as I thought.

Sure, it was waaaaay too long to be only a third of the darn thing. And sure, I've seen the LOTR-based memes and had a field day. But I have to admit that I wasn't bored and that my assessment that I'd be merely "watching a bunch of guys with long hair walk around a forest for four hours" wasn't entirely accurate.

I had seen Lord of the Rings: The Fellowship of the Ring when it was originally in theatres. I was a freshman in college and while I had some geeky tendencies, like needlework and endless reading, I hadn't been exposed to much fantasy quite yet. It was much too much for a total n00b. Even now, it was a lot to take on. Reminded me a bit of flooding, a technique used to cure phobias. "In order to demonstrate the irrationality of the fear, a psychologist would put a person in a situation where they would face their phobia at its worst."  For example- have a fear of heights? Time to go skydiving. Have a fear of watching Lord of the Rings? OH HERE YOU GO I HAVE THE EXTENDED VERSION AND YOU ARE STUCK HERE FOR HOURS BECAUSE THERE IS A TODDLER ON PREMISES.

Yeah, that may be a bit overdramatic. But taking poetic license doesn't seem so bad on posts I know no one is reading :-)

Speaking of overdoing...

Yesterday, my man downloaded the Lord of the Rings MMORPG and asked me if I wanted to play with him. I guess he figured he'd strike while the iron is hot.

And...aaaaaaaaaaaand I may have agreed to consider playing it. I'll watch him for a bit and see if I can get into it.

Like I said. No one to blame but myself.