Note: I’m not exactly dodging spoilers for this series here, so if you haven’t seen it and somehow don’t know how it plays out, consider yourself warned.
When you return to a truly landmark piece of film, it can be hard to see it with fresh eyes. When you revisit Night of the Living Dead, it can be difficult to see it without also seeing the countless hordes of imitators and follow ups it spawned. It’s hard to go and watch Citizen Kane and realize just how groundbreaking it was in terms of technique when that same craft is so commonplace today. And, in the case of Peter Jackson’s The Lord of the Rings trilogy, while not necessarily a seminal work like those, it’s nonetheless hard to revisit it without wondering how it will hold up in the wake of everything it inspired – everything from the Marvel Cinematic Universe to Game of Thrones to dreck like the Dungeons and Dragons films (to say nothing of Jackson’s own deeply disappointing return to the well with The Hobbit).
But, miraculously, Jackson’s epic holds up, reminding you of nothing but itself, and still feeling every bit as immersive, exciting, imaginative, and detailed as it did when I first saw it at midnight on opening night. (It’s the only series I’ve ever done midnight screenings for, and I’d do them again, because I am a dork.) Jackson and company make the films work through sheer dedication and effort to making them come to life, with every corner of every frame packed with details that may never be noticed, but still immerse you in a fantasy world that comes to life because of the commitment by everyone involved.
A casual perusing of the special features on the discs give you a sense of the effort that went into it all, from a reliance on practical effects, makeup, and models wherever possible to cast members who refused lightweight props in favor of carrying real swords to convey their weight. But none of that really matters if it doesn’t come through on the screen…which it does, undeniably. When you’re all but feeling the dust in the mines of Moria, or watching the rain come down on the anxious soldiers on the walls of Helm’s Deep, or seeing the grime covering the armor of the orcs and goblins, you can’t help but be immersed into Middle-Earth in a way that feels effortless, and that’s due in no small part to the amount of detail-oriented craft that permeates every corner of the film.
So, yes, the cast and crew brought the world to life. But let’s not undersell Jackson’s own role in the project. Before The Lord of the Rings, Jackson was primarily known for his splatter films like Dead Alive (a personal favorite), but his work on the haunting, disturbing Heavenly Creatures foreshadowed his ability to ground his silliness and B-movie charms in character-driven narratives. And yes, there’s still ample evidence of that low-budget horror director in here, from a gleeful willingness to savor the gross-out effects of the orcs to some showy Raimi-like camerawork, all of which I’m sure irritates the Tolkien purists.
But what Jackson really brings to the table is a grounding of this epic in its characters, and that’s the most critical element of all. From the development of Gimli and Legolas’s relationship as it evolves from distrust to friendship to Samwise’s quiet decency and devotion to “Mr. Frodo,” from the evolution of Aragorn from quiet loner to true king, every one of the Fellowship comes to life, and that’s what makes the film go from good to great. Much has been said about how Jackson drags out the ending of Return of the King, but it’s earned in so many ways by the care he’s taken with the characters, giving them complete arcs and making the quiet moments as important as the major ones. (The best occurrence of this, for my money, is the return of the Hobbits to the Shire, as they sit in silence and realize just how much this journey has changed them from the people they were.) For all of the epic tale being spun, what makes The Lord of the Rings masterful is the way it’s so much about individuals in dark times, making a stand for what’s right.
And on this viewing, I found myself thinking about that more and more in the character of Samwise Gamgee, whose fundamental decency and kindness more than once left me feeling some dust in the room. Maybe it’s just the feeling of seeing a good person trying their best against all odds, or maybe it’s his devotion to his friends, but there’s something moving and genuine about that character, conveying a lesson that manages to apply as much in America in 2019 as it does in the shadow of the Nazgul:
Frodo: I can’t do this, Sam.
Sam: I know. It’s all wrong. By rights we shouldn’t even be here. But we are. It’s like in the great stories, Mr. Frodo. The ones that really mattered. Full of darkness and danger, they were. And sometimes you didn’t want to know the end. Because how could the end be happy? How could the world go back to the way it was when so much bad had happened? But in the end, it’s only a passing thing, this shadow. Even darkness must pass. A new day will come. And when the sun shines it will shine out the clearer. Those were the stories that stayed with you. That meant something, even if you were too small to understand why. But I think, Mr. Frodo, I do understand. I know now. Folk in those stories had lots of chances of turning back, only they didn’t. They kept going. Because they were holding on to something.
Frodo: What are we holding onto, Sam?
Sam: That there’s some good in this world, Mr. Frodo… and it’s worth fighting for.
Maybe it makes me a softie in my middle age…but that line hit me pretty hard this time, and it’s the sort of thing that makes this series so special – not just that it told an epic, but it made it feel like something true and human underneath.
A final note: I watched the extended versions of all three films this time (I had seen the first two extended cuts before, but not that of The Return of the King), and to that point: there are legitimate pacing issues with the extended cuts (most notably the fact that any extension to the Aragorn/Arwen plot just kills the movie dead, even more than in the originals), and I’ll concede that, as films, the original cuts pare down the fat of the film in good ways. But as someone who loves these films, I can’t say that I don’t love the extended cuts, given that most of the scenes and moments that they add only underline all those character beats and world-building that made me fall in love with the movies in the first place. They’re undeniably cuts for fans of the movies already, but for those who love them, it’s hard to imagine losing some of the moments that they add in.