The Two Towers: a verbal interpretation

Rating: 10/10 (23 December 2002)

What is it that took my breath? A film? Just like that... this act, this play, this fantasy, struck me firmer than reality has done on many occasions. I wish to report a case of sensory overload: this bombardment of beauty and sadness stung me like poison, yet delighted me. Warm, cold, hot, icy: the climate changes within the unnoticed blinks of opened eyes.
It was as love at first sight: the object of attraction might not be perfect, it is far more than that. It shook the pillars of me. My foundation has been touched. Change has come, but my own vision has remained. Not untouched, but strengthened. Need I say more, now that words become futile. I wouldn't criticize the brilliance that has crystalised right before my very eyes. It pulled time away from me. Three hours went unspoiled.
This score still haunts like stalking hounds, it swirls through a maze of the mind. The design, fabricated to perfection. Scales unseen. Recreation stronger than anything. Men and women who seem themselves, more than evil conjurers and elves. This lie is more then I can buy! Frailty, power, life, love, weakness, death: I applaud loudly, even if I may seem silent, I see that I'm confused now. I can't speak.