My daughter is into LOTR in a big way. We recently acquired the extended version of The Fellowship of the Ring. We are watching it, again, as I write after having had lunch.
One of the things that seems to happen as you watch a film many times is that you begin to focus in on aspects of the film you didn’t notice before. Correct me if I am wrong, but I am forming the impression that Gandalf is a bit of a bumbling oaf! On various occasions he seems indecisive and weak. This is contrary to the impression I gained from having read the book some 20 years ago.
His initial exchange with Saruman just before he reveals his alliegance to Sauron shows how he fails to appreciate the gravity of the situation. Then later, when trying to cross over the mountains and a debate arises as to the best way to go, Gandalf says, ‘Let the ring-bearer decide’. Strikes me as a man who doesn’t know what he is doing!
What do you think?
I can’t remember where I found this. It’s a bit cheeky but a) clever b) amusing.
Here’s a mildly diverting site: Logo Graveyard.
(Thanks to Look At This… )
Strange last couple of days on the car front. Yesterday morning at 7:30am, Susan came in saying, “I can’t open the car door”. She drives a Micra. It was freezing cold. “Can I take your car?”
“Yes”, I grumpily grunted. I would miss the heated front seats of the Rover. (“Ooo! Warm botties!”, says Kate.)
So off she went, only for me to find out, when I had to take Kate down to school, that Susan had taken both sets of keys for the Micra.
So we walked to school, late, grumpy.
Then this morning Susan found the Micra’s battery was flat. “Can I take your car?” This was now sounding familiar. Grump.
As I was to find later, while madly wrestling with one of the frozen doors the day before Susan had managed to open it partially so that the internal light was left on for the following 24 hours.
This was bad enough. When the RAC bloke arrived, he asked me to start the engine. “Ha!”, I thought, “My moment of self-justification”. With a swish of the head and a flick of the wrist I turned the key.
No self-justification. The car started like a dream. Apology required and offered. Sloped back into the house and grumped.
I’ve got some friends travelling to Belarus this week. One of them mentioned that Russia had cut off gas supplies to Belarus for non-payment of bills. The story is here.
Note the time of this report. A full 29 minutes later the BBC reports that Belarus and Russia have signed a deal!
The options I can think of for this amazing turn around are:
1) The first article was late – thanks BBC!
2) It got cold very quickly so thet had to sort something out QUICK!
3) The Belarussians heard that my friends were coming – worth pulling out the stops for. (Not surprising given that most people try and leave Belarus!)
Which do you think it was?
I’m in Wales at the moment, at ETCW for my residential period. At one of the lectures today Dr Davies asked me, “What is conversion?”
I mumbled some answer.
“That’ll be the XXXXXXX heresy then”, said Dr D. (XXXXXXX = a name I can’t remember!)
Oops. Very sobering.
Lesson? Note well: studying lots doesn’t stop you spouting rubbish by the binful.
The Daily Mail has reported that Britney Spears has been attending a church with her parents. I wish her well, but we have seen celebrities finding religion before, only to come to nothing. Call me a cynic…