spirited away (2001), kiki’s delivery service (1989), from up on poppyhill (2011), howl’s moving castle (2004), when marnie was there (2014), castle in the sky (1986), ponyo (2008)
the pure MAGIC of fellowship of the ring is unparalleled… the unbelievable comfort of the shire… the heavenly healing of rivendell… the awe of the argonath… the sheer wonder of the halls of khazad-dûm…. the haunting memory of the ruins of men and elves scattered across middle earth …. the power of hope in the companionship of nine unlikely travellers…… the incredible faith and devotion and love overriding all the terror and hurt………..
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 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. Because they were holding on to something.
What are we holding on to, Sam? That there’s some good in this world, Mr. Frodo. And it’s worth fighting for.
the lord of the rings is so honest. so raw. so sincere. so unabashedly from the heart. no snide fourth wall jokes, no attempts to alleviate the heaviness. it is is wholeheartedly earnest in its dedication to portraying hope and love and faith and loyalty and courage, and that is what makes it feel like home to so many of us. it’s true to itself. it doesn’t pretend to be cool and care less. it cares, a lot, and that is a rare, beautiful thing. it warms our hearts to care for a piece of fiction that was made to care about and be cared about
and we know we aren’t going to be punished or ridiculed by the work itself for loving it! no characters killed off cruelly, no plotlines abandoned, no shrugging of shoulders and “well real life is like that. get used to it.” we have always needed escapism, and we always will. and middle earth will always be there to escape to
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 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. Because they were holding on to something.
What are we holding on to, Sam? That there’s some good in this world, Mr. Frodo. And it’s worth fighting for.
