Since I was the last sentient being in North America not to have seen it, I slipped out last night to catch Return of the King at our local Cineplex. (A big thanks to [Kathy->], incidentally, for getting the kids into bed single-handed. You’re awesome, woman!)

I won’t be able to add much to the volumes that have already been written about it, but I thought it a fitting capstone to the trilogy. Well-done, loads of fun to watch, and generally a delight. The ending is painfully bittersweet, and I found myself aching for Sam, who had been through hell (or a good facsimile thereof) and back to support Frodo, and still lost him in the end, though admittedly to a more benign fate than might have faced in Mordor.