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 I just watched the last episode of the Amazon Rings of Power series, and am left overall with a feeling that the whole thing was very pretty, but somehow oddly small-scale, and full of missed opportunity. 

I'm not entirely sure how I would have felt about it if I'd just watched it on its own, rather than seeing it heavily trailered, discussed, dissected and panned for weeks and weeks, which inevitably has an effect.  I'm sure I wouldn't have noticed some of the weak points, such as the infamous printed-on scale armour. 

It also didn't help that I'd been part of a long Second-Age roleplaying campaign that made a lot more effort to fit itself around the maps and events recorded in the various books, and have also written a few things set in that long empty time period, which again, I feel, fitted themselves reasonably convincingly around the dates and locations.  Amazon was never going to tell the story the way I had told it to myself, and having made the timeline work for myself, I was never going to be happy with the idea of clumsily smooshing together the story in the interest of attempting to create a not-very-surprising surprise. 

But I'm fairly sure that the painfully awkward dialogue would have seemed painful all on its own.  And their Finrod.  Argh.  There are no words for how awkward his scenes felt, though I think Gil-galad was actually worse. Also the weird anti-halfelven prejudice against Elrond, which is nowhere in the text. Anything involving Valinor is complicated and difficult to do at the best of time, and I don't think they carried it off. 

There were good things.  Robert Aramayo made a surprisingly convincing Elrond, and I liked his friendship with Durin and his wife.  The Numenorean ships were impressively weird, though oddly few in number.  I liked the social darkness to the pre-hobbit Harfoot backstory.  I thought Arondir and Adar, two of the original characters from the storyline set in pre-Mordor, were both compelling characters. 

But apart from that... I don't know if I want to go on watching.  I might wait till the end and then dip in and out, I suppose.  

The delightful comfort of wearing warm socks when the weather has taken a turn for the chilly is disrupted by stepping in a splash of water, such as that created by a large hairy dog drinking incautiously.

And yet the splash is not so large that the entire foot is wet, so that parts of my feet are now crying 'we are sad and wet' while other parts of my feet are going 'but it's so snuggly and warm!  Can't you just wait a bit, the wet bits are bound to dry soon'.

I wonder if this is what Brexit feels like if you are a country.    Get it together, feet.

I should probably try to find another pair of clean socks.  (I do have many clean socks.  Shadow falls over this idyllic situation when the word 'pair' is mentioned.)