
Lord of the Rings - The Fellowship of The Ring

Very few movies deserve a three-hour running time. The Lord of the Rings: The Fellowship of the Ring deserved every minute, and more. When it ended, I was confused: I didn't think three hours had passed, and I wanted so badly for it to go on longer. Director Peter Jackson, who was given virtual carte blanche to make the supposedly unfilmable J.R.R. Tolkien trilogy into three megabudget movies, pulled it off. What was considered a shocking choice of director (his previous credits including the shockfests Bad Taste, Meet the Feebles, and Braindead) now seems like a stroke of genius. The movie just wouldn't have worked with a director who didn't believe in going all out. Because of this risky venture, Tolkien's world explodes onto the screen in vibrant, brooding, beautiful life.
An opening narration provides everything you need to know about the history of Middle Earth; the dark lord Sauron's attempts to rule the world up to the "present day," the 110th birthday of Bilbo Baggins (played by Ian Holm), who is in possession of the ring of power used by Sauron so many years before, and who is afraid that the evil forces massing again will find him. Hobbits, of which Bilbo is one, are human-like but small, coming up to the average man's navel. In a stroke of special effects genius, the filmmakers digitally shrunk the actors playing hobbits; the effect is wonderful because the story is supposed to be about the Hobbits' adventures, and the way the picture was filmed makes everything look like it is seen from their perspective. Instead of looking small, they look normal, and the humans and elves they interact with look unnaturally tall and ungainly. Bilbo's nephew Frodo, played by Elijah Wood, comes into possession of the ring when Bilbo is almost unable to part with it (it exerts a form of mind control on those who possess it, making them want to use it for ill means). He is entrusted by Gandalf (Ian McKellan) with the mission of delivering it to Rivendell, home of the elves (and the name of a mental institution outside St. Johns, Michigan), to keep it from the hands of the evil lord Sauron, who has returned (mostly) to Middle Earth in an attempt to rule the world once again. He has sent several demon knights, among the most frightening creatures ever filmed, to kill the hobbits and take the ring. Frodo sets out for Rivendell in the company of Sam (Sean Astin).
What makes this film stand apart from many other attempts to film similar stories is the palpable sense of dread that hangs over the entire movie. Every shot, every camera angle, every note of music in the brilliant score by Howard Shore indicates that, behind the idyllic exterior, darkness lurks. It makes Frodo and company's journey across Middle Earth one of the most nerve-wrenching and exciting journeys on film. Frodo's small group slowly becomes the titular Fellowship of the Ring when Strider (Viggo Mortensen) and Boromir (Sean Bean), along with the elf Legolas (Orlando Bloom) and the dwarf Gimli (John Rhys-Davies), are sent on a mission to cast the ring into the fires of Mount Doom, the only place in middle earth where it can be destroyed.
Scene after scene unfolds, each more breathtaking than the previous one.
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