Sometimes I feel like a broken record: What’s the book I read over and over? Lord of the Rings. What fictional place would I like to visit? Middle Earth. If I were stuck on a desert island with only three books for the rest of my life, what books would I choose? Lord of the Rings. What’s the best film adaptation of a book? Lord of the Rings.
Sure, there are many great film adaptations I could cite — Harry Potter, Fight Club, To Kill a Mockingbird, The Shining — but in the end, it always comes back to Lord of the Rings for me.
There will always be critics who say that such and such a scene was left out, or this character was dropped, or that storyline wasn’t as well evolved on screen as it was in the book, and those people will be right. But let’s face it: movies will never, ever be as good as books, at least not to readers. That’s precisely why we like to read. Movies are a different style, and have to be taken from a different approach.
The LotR movies were mostly faithful to the books, the acting and even the special effects were well done, and every scene was a stunner. So perhaps there was no Tom Bombadil, and perhaps there were a bunch of elves at Helm’s Deep, but I still loved every moment of the films.