That's Eleven Hours, Not Counting Between-Disc Breaks
Yesterday some of the other ALTs and I got together to watch all three LotR Extended Edition DVDs, back-to-back-to-back. A projector was involved. Envy me.
Having finally seen the extra footage for RotK, I can only say OMG MOUTH OF SAURON BLING-BLING.
And I'm still waiting for Extra Special Editions in which Gimli gets his dignity back, but all will be forgiven if Peter Jackson makes The Hobbit and throws me some dwarf love there.
In different, darker news, I've seen the first fifty minutes of the Star Wars Holiday Special. Yes, that Star Wars Holiday Special. Nothing you have heard about it has been exaggerated in any way.
After the opening sequence, there is a nine-minute, eleven-second block of nothing but Wookie growling. No subtitles or anything, of course. Nine minutes, eleven seconds. Near the end, Chewbacca's sprog spends several minutes watching a holographic circus on the table, still without dialogue. Nine minutes. Eleven seconds. My God, it doesn't take that long to drown.
We also get Jefferson Starship, Grandpa Wookie's distressingly quasi-erotic mind trip into the music of Diahann Carroll, the horrifying "whip and stir" cooking show, and a Mark Hamill so girlishly pretty that Marcia Brady could have been his stunt-double. Apparently Bea Arthur shows up later. I am not making any of this up.
And now, back to muttering about how having work tomorrow breaks up a sweet block of vacation.
Having finally seen the extra footage for RotK, I can only say OMG MOUTH OF SAURON BLING-BLING.
And I'm still waiting for Extra Special Editions in which Gimli gets his dignity back, but all will be forgiven if Peter Jackson makes The Hobbit and throws me some dwarf love there.
In different, darker news, I've seen the first fifty minutes of the Star Wars Holiday Special. Yes, that Star Wars Holiday Special. Nothing you have heard about it has been exaggerated in any way.
After the opening sequence, there is a nine-minute, eleven-second block of nothing but Wookie growling. No subtitles or anything, of course. Nine minutes, eleven seconds. Near the end, Chewbacca's sprog spends several minutes watching a holographic circus on the table, still without dialogue. Nine minutes. Eleven seconds. My God, it doesn't take that long to drown.
We also get Jefferson Starship, Grandpa Wookie's distressingly quasi-erotic mind trip into the music of Diahann Carroll, the horrifying "whip and stir" cooking show, and a Mark Hamill so girlishly pretty that Marcia Brady could have been his stunt-double. Apparently Bea Arthur shows up later. I am not making any of this up.
And now, back to muttering about how having work tomorrow breaks up a sweet block of vacation.