Frodoll Journal, Part 8
Author: Nilramiel@aol.com aka RosieCotton
Disclaimers: This tale is true. I make no money from this story and I own no trademarked names or characters.
Author's note: Yes, I am obsessed. No, I do not wish to be cured.
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Part 8
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Well, Rosie purchased it. You know of what I speak - Bakshi! She decided we should watch it together, and she tried to prepare me, but as Rosie had not seen it herself, the preparation was -- shall we say -- insufficient?
The first thing I must say is that this fellow Bakshi is a very poor historian. None of the characters looked correct, and I happen to know that just a small amount of research would have given him more accurate descriptions. He could have asked me, or any of the Frodolls, had we been around when he was making his film. Gandalf was the closest to looking like his true self, but his manner and his excessive use of arm gestures were quite upsetting. Boromir was all wrong, Aragorn was wrong, and Sam. Poor, poor Sam - Bakshi's depiction was the furthest in looks and behavior from Sam's true self. Positively hurt my heart to see my dear Sam reduced in such a way. I told Rosie firmly that should we ever acquire a Samdoll, he will not be subjected to viewing it. She agreed. Rosie agrees with me regarding most things concerning Sam, which is a great comfort.
But back to this fellow Bakshi, the poor historian. He clearly has never seen a Cave Troll, a Balrog, or an orc. Rosie says that Bakshi's orcs look like something called Tuskan Raiders - from another film, I believe. I happen to know that true orcs do not go about in long robes and hoods, having seen many on my adventures, and the sight of these creatures, so poorly depicted, was amusing rather than frightening.
Perhaps I should be grateful the depiction was not more accurate. Some of my most painful memories involve orcs and their masters, and I doubt I will ever be completely free of the horror of their touch.
Rosie lay on her bed and held me snuggled against her shoulder as we watched, and from time to time she would pause the movie (for that is what it is called) and ask me if I was well and if I wished to continue. Rosie is such a kind and considerate lass, thinking always of my well-being. I was able to bear even such a horrifying depiction of my adventures, with her hand safe about me and her warm shoulder against my back.
I shall not torment you with more descriptions, but I must say that the ending of this Bakshi is completely wrong. Why, the Ring was not even destroyed! Aragorn did not receive his kingdom, and the Shire was not put to rights. This ending, more than anything else, was a great shock to me, and even Rosie's assurances that there was another movie (not by Bakshi) which told the remainder of the tale could not assuage my dismay.
Rosie assures me that I do not have to endure this movie again. She was apologetic for putting me through it at all, but as I said, she offered me several opportunities to stop. On a happier note, she tells me that we may be going to see Peter Jackson's movie again soon. Now, he is a good historian! So good that there are parts of his depiction I choose not to watch, Rosie snuggle or no.
~TBC~
Author: Nilramiel@aol.com aka RosieCotton
Disclaimers: This tale is true. I make no money from this story and I own no trademarked names or characters.
Author's note: Yes, I am obsessed. No, I do not wish to be cured.
~*~*~*~*
Part 8
~*~*~*~*
Well, Rosie purchased it. You know of what I speak - Bakshi! She decided we should watch it together, and she tried to prepare me, but as Rosie had not seen it herself, the preparation was -- shall we say -- insufficient?
The first thing I must say is that this fellow Bakshi is a very poor historian. None of the characters looked correct, and I happen to know that just a small amount of research would have given him more accurate descriptions. He could have asked me, or any of the Frodolls, had we been around when he was making his film. Gandalf was the closest to looking like his true self, but his manner and his excessive use of arm gestures were quite upsetting. Boromir was all wrong, Aragorn was wrong, and Sam. Poor, poor Sam - Bakshi's depiction was the furthest in looks and behavior from Sam's true self. Positively hurt my heart to see my dear Sam reduced in such a way. I told Rosie firmly that should we ever acquire a Samdoll, he will not be subjected to viewing it. She agreed. Rosie agrees with me regarding most things concerning Sam, which is a great comfort.
But back to this fellow Bakshi, the poor historian. He clearly has never seen a Cave Troll, a Balrog, or an orc. Rosie says that Bakshi's orcs look like something called Tuskan Raiders - from another film, I believe. I happen to know that true orcs do not go about in long robes and hoods, having seen many on my adventures, and the sight of these creatures, so poorly depicted, was amusing rather than frightening.
Perhaps I should be grateful the depiction was not more accurate. Some of my most painful memories involve orcs and their masters, and I doubt I will ever be completely free of the horror of their touch.
Rosie lay on her bed and held me snuggled against her shoulder as we watched, and from time to time she would pause the movie (for that is what it is called) and ask me if I was well and if I wished to continue. Rosie is such a kind and considerate lass, thinking always of my well-being. I was able to bear even such a horrifying depiction of my adventures, with her hand safe about me and her warm shoulder against my back.
I shall not torment you with more descriptions, but I must say that the ending of this Bakshi is completely wrong. Why, the Ring was not even destroyed! Aragorn did not receive his kingdom, and the Shire was not put to rights. This ending, more than anything else, was a great shock to me, and even Rosie's assurances that there was another movie (not by Bakshi) which told the remainder of the tale could not assuage my dismay.
Rosie assures me that I do not have to endure this movie again. She was apologetic for putting me through it at all, but as I said, she offered me several opportunities to stop. On a happier note, she tells me that we may be going to see Peter Jackson's movie again soon. Now, he is a good historian! So good that there are parts of his depiction I choose not to watch, Rosie snuggle or no.
~TBC~