The Rings of Power returns — big, expensive, and static as ever.

  • I feel a bit of pity for all of you who can’t find it in yourselves to enjoy this show even a little bit. The visual quality is exquisite, the performances are marvelous, and the score is rousing and exciting. The dwarves are entertaining as hell, the harfoots and Totally-Not-Gandalf are charming, the orcs are suitably disgusting and terrifying even as this season attempts to make some of them just sympathetic enough to understand Adar’s angle, and even the growing strife amongst the elves is dripping with pulpy drama worthy of any good tragedy.

    It’ll never be Tolkien, and I empathize with those who wanted nothing else from it but a straight-faced dramatization of the tale of years. But taken as a high fantasy with rich characters and lavish production values, I can’t find much to complain about. But I’m a simple man.

    • The rule of the rings: The greater one is invested in Tolkien, the lesser one likes works that stray away from Tolkien.

      That explains every review of every Tolkien adaptation. It’s quite logical if you think about it.