At this moment my wife is sitting in the living room watching Lord of the Rings. I tried watching it when it first came out, but fell asleep, and have had no further interest in watching the others. I also fell asleep watching the first Harry Potter movie, and have not wanted to see the others.
Fantasy as a genre in literature and movies has never interested me much. It seems far too easy to just make up stuff that doesn’t make sense, starting from almost any premise or situation, and just keep writing until you have enough to make a book or a movie. For instance:
The Gargon of Morillaland has absconded with the magic Feuerstalk and taken it across the river Fluss, leaving the little people of Imp Valley in mortal danger of attack by the fearsome Giganticus. According to the Scroll of Profesius, only the long-awaited Mesheah, a descendant of the legendary Gutmensch, has the power to overcome the Curse of Gewhilakers that prevents the Impantile Army from traversing the mighty Fluss to confront Gargon and recover their beloved icon, but to date there has been no sign of Mesheah making an appearance.
Lawdy! What’s they gwine to do???
I could write another 3000 pages and make millions on the movie rights. Will I? Ummm. I don’t think so.