Why are fans such a touchy bunch? I'm going along, looking forward to the release of "Return of the King," periodically checking out how other fen are feeling . . . and constantly being amazed at how little it takes to set them off. Completely unsubstantiated rumors are enough to whip Certain People into a perfect frenzy. And these are people who've been enjoying the films so far! They're not waiting to see how things will play out onscreen; they're breathing out threats and murder against Peter Jackson because scuttlebutt is that there's a rumor of a change somebody May Not Like.
My opinion? There's no way RotK will satisfy everyone. However, given the superior product Jackson has turned out so far, the investment of time and effort on his and others' parts, the respect he's shown the source--he's not going to biff it on the last chapter. Not on your life.
If you don't like the films, of course, you're entitled to your own opinion.
Come to think of it, actually, the above hysteria reminds one quite a bit of Fannish Hysterias closer to home for Jossverse-fen. I wish people could just calm down and give things a chance to go forward before tying themselves in knots. Honestly, I think y'all would be happier.
BTW, I've decided "Gollum's Song" is perfect for Connor. Look at the lyrics:
Where once was light
Now darkness falls
Where once was love
Love is no more
Don't say--goodbye
Don't say--I didn't try . . .
These tears we cry
Are falling rain
For all the lies
You told us
The hurt, the blame!
And we will weep
To be so alone
We are lost!
We can never go home
So in the end
I will be--what I will be
No loyal friend
Was ever there for me
Now we say--goodbye
We say--you didn't try . . .
These tears you cry
Have come too late
Take back the lies
The hurt, the blame!
And you will weep
When you face the end alone
You are lost!
You can never go home
Depressing, but hey--so's Connor's life. Speaking of which, been thinking about the little vamp-sprog, and I've come to the conclusion that there's no reason to impugn his intelligence.
Connor was raised in a hell dimension with one other human--Holtz. He had no idea of what normal human interaction in this world was. Now, a baby's brain is very malleable. Did you know that if you put an eye patch on a baby of a certain age (I forget which), that baby will never learn to integrate visual input from the blocked eye? A baby who isn't exposed to certain stimuli by a certain age will never be able to respond to that stimuli again.
So it is with Connor. He was raised without human interaction. He never learned how to read it when someone's manipulating you, or lying to you, and he never can. It's too late. Oh, he learned to do it, since that was his whole environment, but he never understood how humans communicate--the myriad things we learn before we're three, he never knew. He never had playmates or grown-ups (except Holtz) in his life. How could he have known what Holtz and Justine and Cordelia/Jasmine were doing to him? How could he ever have understood love, when he was taken away from those who loved him unconditionally before he ever said his first word?
Connor's life is a sad tale.
*Sigh* I really wish I could give away my Plot Bunnies. I started at my new job (teaching at a Christian school) today, and I somehow doubt I'll be able to follow them with any speed. I wish I could give away OBAFU to someone with exactly my vision for it. I wish I could give "Sins of the Father" to a fantastic Dawn/Connor author who'd do their story justice.
But I can't, so those of you who follow my fic may be in for a long wait.