Viewing this magnificent, triumphant conclusion to director/co-scripter
Peter Jackson's epic, cinematic adaptation of The Lord of the
Rings trilogy, The Return of the King (based on the
classic fantasy books by J.R.R. Tolkien), arouses mixed emotions: gob smacking awe at the
dazzling scope and overwhelming impact of everything and bittersweet
sadness that it is all over -- I wants more, my precious!
The film assumes familiarity with the premise and the story and
begins, getting better and better from then on, with a pleasing
prologue flashback scene depicting how the happy, hobbit-like
member of the Riverfolk, Smeagol (Andy Serkis), gets consumed
with murderous madness when his brother Deagol (Thomas Robins)
inadvertently uncovers a certain Ring nearly buried in riverine
mud. Smeagol, influenced by the taint of his ill-gotten "precious,"
gradually degenerates into Gollum, the remarkable CGI alteration
of actor Andy Serkis' tour de force performance in the role of
the now sniveling, duplicitous, schizoid, emaciated yet wiry wretch
who discovered -- and later lost -- the Ring so many decades past.
Gollum presently accompanies as guide, heroic, small-statured,
hobbit protagonists Frodo (Elijah Wood), currently the Ring-bearer,
and his best friend Sam (Sean Astin) -- desperate to make their
way through Mordor, the most dangerous territory in Middle Earth,
to throw the Ring into the volcanic flames of Mount Doom, the
sole locale and method whereby this malignly seductive, magical
object can be destroyed.
This goal can be reached and accomplished by traveling through
secret paths only Gollum knows, if he can be trusted. The daunting
task must be done without discovery because the vile, albeit incorporeal
Lord Sauron (only his terrifying Eye manifests on the top of Barad-Dur
tower), marshals his armies for an apocalyptic campaign to conquer
the Middle Earth citizens not yet under his thrall. Having lost
in battle ages ago, his potent, corrupting Ring of power, prevents
Sauron's ambitions from easy fulfillment while regaining the golden
circlet means unstoppable invincibility.
The
Return of the King also adroitly follows other plot threads
concerning the remaining members of the Fellowship: Gandalf the
wizard (Ian McKellen); Legolas the "stud muffin" Elf
(Orlando Bloom), Gimli the Dwarf (John Rhys-Davies); and the human
Aragorn (heart-throb Viggo Mortensen), the eponymous ruler in
question soon to assume his mantle of responsibility. They combine
their efforts to bolster the defenses of Minas Tirith, the fortress-city,
capital of the land of Gondor at the border of Mordor and the
last redoubt remaining to defend against Sauron and his minions
overwhelming Middle Earth. Frodo and Sam's beloved hobbit companions
Merry (Dominic Monaghan) and Pippin ( Billy Boyd), separated for
a while, get reunited with the above-mentioned protagonists and
with each other when every principal person comes together at
Minas Tirith. There these two halflings will be crucially important
in the saving of their world.
Filling up the above bare framework summation so that 3 1/2 hours
fly by with the viewer mesmerized, The Return of the King
deftly balances massive battle scenes and suspenseful thrills
with character-driven emotional involvement bolstered by subtexts
rich in allegorical and spiritual resonances. The meaning of the
heroism; the nature of good and evil; the realization that there
can be no victory without great sacrifice and loss; the value
of all life no matter how seemingly insignificant; the incomparable
worth of friendship - are all themes underlying the narrative.
The
film comes packed with engrossing set pieces, though Tolkien purists
may quibble at certain literary bits getting excised or altered
for the sake of director Jackson's sense of dramatic expediency.
Memorable sequences, set against perfectly chosen New Zealand
locations that make ideal backgrounds and with state-of-the-art
CGI flawlessly blended with live-action, most notably include:
Gollum, of course, appearing, moving, and emoting more believably
than ever; the intimidating, digital, dragon-like, winged fell-beasts
of Sauron; imposing and fierce, armored trolls; the humongous,
elephantine "mumakil" battling convincingly against
the human warriors of Minas Tirith and the horsemen of Rohan and
Legolas' amazing, solo, take-down of one of these creatures; Aragorn's
recruitment of and subsequent alliance with the Dead Men of Dunharrow;
Frodo and Sam's struggle against Shelob, a giant spider so scary
that it leaves Arachnophobia and Eight-Legged Freaks
foundering in the dust; Gollum's hand-to-hand set-to with the
invisible Frodo at Mount Doom; the spectacular, climactic clashes
of armies on the Plains of Pelennor; and the astonishing implosion
of the mighty tower of Barad-Dur with the Eye of Sauron trapped
on its summit, the Eye itself also quite a presence in telling
moments here and there throughout the entire story.
Many gripping character moments abound amidst the eye-popping
SPFX: Frodo's heroic efforts to bring the Ring to Mount Doom,
the journey growing more and more harrowing the closer he gets;
Sam's unwavering loyalty and pluck despite hopeless odds; and
the Steward of Minas Tirith, tormented, resentful Denethor (John
Noble), who mourns for his favored, slain older offspring, Boromir
and slights his surviving, devoted son Faramir (David Wenham).
Then we have: the pivotal sequence when, to save her shrewd, noble
and loving uncle King Theoden of Rohan (Bernard Hill) and incidentally
everyone else, his niece Eowyn (Miranda Otto), a fine amazon,
aided by Merry, duels with the Witch King (Lawrence Makoare);
and the romance between Aragorn and Arwen (Liv Tyler), the Elven
princess who gave up immortality to wed a mortal rather than sail
to the Undying Lands with the rest of her kindred.
Gandalf's
dignity, warmth and inner strength; Gimli's stalwart resolve and
humor; elegant Elf King Elrond's (Hugo Weaving) quiet determination
-- all added so immeasurably to the human interest of the tale
that one wishes their roles could have been larger. Ditto for
regally serene, wise Elf Queen Galadriel (Cate Blanchett); handsome,
brave Eomer (Karl Urban), leader of the Horsemen of Rohan; and
most sadly, for wizard-gone-bad Saruman (Christopher Lee) entirely
off-stage and only referred to in passing. The missing Saruman;
the absence of a depiction of the Scouring of the Shire; people
of color barely to be seen except as antagonistic extras; and
the protracted closure being the most noticeable albeit minor
flaws in The Return of the King, means this production
comes very close to perfection, with Howard Shore's magnificent
score helping a great deal.
Awesome visuals -- exquisite sets, costumes, props and expert
make-up, excellent cinematography and brilliant SPFX -- plus glorious
music and fine acting makes The Return of the King a masterpiece
of fantasy cinema that raises the bar for any genre picture henceforth.
Peter Jackson's magnum opus deserves to win every possible award
for he has certainly made a classic that, alongside its literary
inspiration, will stand the test of time. Now if only the director
and writer's next project, a remake concerning a certain famous
Giant Ape of the silver screen, could be followed by The Hobbit.
Now there's something to dream about, my precious!