SQ
Incorporating material from "The Hunt for the Ring", then?
On Wikipedia it states that this event was taken for HOME-series, or
something like that.
Anyway. I do love the Dramatization. Listen to it almost every evening
before rolling to sleep with ear-plugs in.
Especially the poem by Gimli and the music when they leave Lori�n. Utterly
brilliant.
Shame the Scourging of the Shire is a bit hasted, otherwise it's imho the
best adaptation so far.
Is this a new BBC dramatization, or the one that's
20 years or so old?
> Is this a new BBC dramatization, or the one that's
> 20 years or so old?
Search me. How do I tell the difference?
SQ
Your answer implies that it's the old one. Ian Holm plays
Frodo in the old one, by the way.
> Is this a new BBC dramatization
Whatever it was, they left out Tom Bombadil. As usual.
Don't any of these producers realize that Tom is one of the most
prominent characters in the whole story? For one thing it's through
him that we learn a lot about Middle Earth.
Just last night I dreamed about Gandalf trapped on a high tower
in the moonlight while nine black moths with red eyes fluttered
around him.
Then _he_ came...
SQ
That precise point is treated with particular address to the New Line
Cinema adaptation, but surely with a broader applicability in an
article in Mythlore:
<http://findarticles.com/p/articles/mi_m0OON/is_1-2_25/ai_n27059874/>
(Treschow, Michael and Duckworth, Mark, 'Bombadil's role in The Lord
of the Rings', _Mythlore_, Fall-Winter, 2006)
I wrote an extensive review of this article here:
http://groups.google.com/group/rec.arts.books.tolkien/browse_frm/thre
ad/63739db7c64dc85e/
http://preview.tinyurl.com/23rbkf
In this review I ask what is, to me, an important question: can we
imagine any dramatization of 'The Lord of the Rings' that does
justice to Tom Bombadil in such a way that it is better to include
him than to cut him? I would certainly not have liked to see any
dramatization of Tom by Bakshi, Rankin & Bass or Jackson & cohorts.
Possibly the august BBC could be expected not to simply reduce him to
a bad joke, but would they be able to do him justice? Personally I am
not convinced -- even Tolkien is occasionally very close to reducing
Tom to mere silliness, and I think it would be extremely difficult
for anyone to keep the balance in a dramatization -- I belive that
Tom's points _must_ involve an element of exposition -- of _telling_
rather than _showing_. But precisely that seems to go against the
grain of any dramatist, and so they become unable 'explain' Tom,
unable to let him make the point in their adaptation that he makes in
the book.
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Amen to the above. But the BBC is not to be trusted blindly in this.
Their LOTR adaptation is quite fine in many respects, and is very good
material for those who have not read the tale. Their adaptation of The
Hobbit is, for me at least, excruciatingly campy & unbearable.
I think only the Harvard Lampoon really got the jist of Tom:
But just as the long, red stamen descended to its unspeakable task, Spam
thought he heard the snatch of a lilting song not far distant, and growing
louder! It was a muddled, drowsy voice that sang words that were not words
to Spam's ears:
"Toke-a-lid! Smoke-a-lid! Pop the mescalino!
Stash the hash! Gonna crash! Make mine methedrino!
Hop a hill! Pop a pill! For Old Tim Benzedrino!"
Suddenly a brightly colored figure burst through the foliage, swathed in a
long mantle of hair the consistency of much-chewed Turkish taffy. It was
something like a man, but not much; it stood six feet tall, but could not
have weighed more than thirty-five pounds, dirt included. Standing with his
long arms dangling almost to the ground, the singer's body was covered with
a pattern of startling hues, ranging from schizoid red to psychopathique
azure.
The barrow-wights we know by many names; and of the Old Forest many
tales have been told: all that now remains is but an outlier of its
northern march. Time was when a squirrel could go from tree to tree
from what is now the Shire to Dunland west of Isengard. In those lands
I journeyed once and many things wild and strange I knew.
But I had forgotten old Benzedrine, if indeed this is the same that
walked the woods and hills long ago, and even then was totally f-ed
up. That was not his name then. Iamone Ben-Youaretoo we called him,
Stonedest and Soberless. But many another name he has since been
given by other folk: Sugar Daddy by the dwarves, The Candy Man by
Northern Men, and other names beside. He is a strange creature, but
maybe I should have tried to score some weed from him for our council.
Jim Deutch (JimboCat)
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