Oh what it is to be young: Galadriel and escaping the awful truth
Listen to the song first to get in a mood. I’m watching the Lord of the Rings prequel. It’s for 12 years plus, visually sumptuous with many painterly images, with lines of Old Testament weight and, like a 1950s Western, it hides the awful truth of violence. I’m not watching the Game of Thrones prequel. It’s for 18 years plus, not quite so good-looking, hateful in word and image, blood, brains and guts spilling all over the sets. Like a Sam Peckinpah Western, you see it all. I’m too young for that yet. Watching the central character, the icy beauty … Continue reading Oh what it is to be young: Galadriel and escaping the awful truth
