Lord Of the Rings Critique Review Essay

The destiny of the One Ring, which has been lost for ages, determines the fate of humankind. Powerful
forces are relentless in their pursuit of it. However, fate has placed it in the hands of a young Hobbit called
Frodo Baggins, who inherits the Ring and enters folklore. When Frodo becomes the Ringbearer, he faces a
tremendous task: destroying the One Ring amid the fires of Mount Doom, where it was made.

It started with the creation of massive rings in the Second Age that provided each species of Middle
Earth with the strength and resolve to rule their races. Three are given to wise elves, seven to dwarf lords, and
nine to humans who seek power above all else. However, amid the flames of Mount Doom, Mordor, the dark
lord of Sauron, covertly crafts a master ring to govern all the others.

The free realms of Middle Earth are conquered by the ring's evil powers, sparking a rebellion of rebels
who plot a climactic attack on Mount Doom, where Sauron is eventually slain. The golden band, however,
taints the young king Isildur, and he fails his one opportunity to destroy it forever. Its presence becomes only a
legend over the course of 2500 years until it is sooner or later neglected. When the lowly creature Gollum trips
and falls upon it, he, too, is circumvented by its hatred for yet another five centuries.

When an unexpected savior, the little hobbit Bilbo Baggins, finds it in Gollum's lair, he protects it for
another sixty years. He arranges a huge birthday celebration in the Shire to announce his retirement to a
neighbouring town with the elves but not just before handing the ring on to his nephew, Frodo. When the wise
wizard Gandalf finds its existence, he realises that Sauron's life essence is connected to the mystical magic
amulet, with the evil sorcerer's devoted minions in Mordor waiting for his return to blanket the realms in a
second darkness.

They torture Gollum for information, and he relinquishes the name Baggins, leading Frodo to travel
across Middle Earth in a desperate attempt to destroy it at its source, the fires of Mount Doom. Along the
route, a fellowship forms with the goal of defending the ring's guardian on the perilous mission.

The plot appears simple, but it contains some of the most thorough, engrossingly compelling
characters, creatures, and battle sequences in decades. It has tongue-twistingly strange names, like
something out of Star Wars, despite the fact that the original material by J.R.R. Tolkien predates that trilogy by
more than twenty years, and it presents dozens of significant characters in oddly named settings.

When another villain, the associated conjurer Saruman, enters the scene, the dark lord's name,
Sauron, causes great consternation. However, from a technical sense, the film is unparalleled, having special
effects, costuming, costumes, weapons, and prosthetics of epic proportions. The effects of shrinking hobbits
and elevating humans are particularly impressive, as are the hideously deformed orcs and goblins.

Magical skills, on the other hand, are not precisely defined, leading to the occasional sensation of
spontaneously created answers to perilous situations, with Gandalf occasionally looking too feeble to battle
the outnumbering adversaries.

The picture is well-balanced and entertaining, alternating between furious action, light humour, and
genuine drama, with a few romantic moments thrown in for good measure. Backdrops shift from verdant
woods to snow capped summits to deep caves, all with hyperactive cinematography that rushes about with a
powerful approach while enormous beasts nibble at the visitors' heels.

And, when the heroic quest meets recurring sticking points and messily (and brilliantly) orchestrated
battle scenes, morality and death are served in equal measure. It is possibly one of the most epic of all fantasy
stories, rivalling the release of "Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone" a month earlier, as seen by the film's
enormous (but joyfully filled) running time.

While the visual scale is enormous, there is an inevitable sense of shortening, not just from the
book-to-film adaptation, but also from the tale, which is cut short at the end to make room for the sequels.

Warriors are recruited, guardians are gathered, unknown identities are exposed, a goal is decided, and
tasks are assigned, yet each step leads up to an undoubtedly histrionic conclusion that still seems like it's only
the beginning. Fortunately, the sheer number of fascinating happenings crammed into the first act, as well as
the dramatic resolve of fearsome main henchman Lurtz, commander of the Uruk-hai orc hybrids, signals a
turning point. The Lord of the Rings: The Fellowship of the Ring is a stunning cinematic experience worthy of
Peter Jackson, whose prior contributions to The Frighteners and Dead Alive definitely can't match the
confidence and momentum (and skill with a substantial expenditure) with which he aimed directly at this first
chapter in the story of an unquestionably breakthrough trilogy.