So Denise and I went to see "Return of the King" yesterday. It's an excellent film, but be warned that it's long -- about three and a half hours. Don't get any soda at the concession stand.
As usual, I had to keep shifting around in my seat -- my lower back has always had some minor problems, and theater seats aren't created for comfort in any event (I always try to get the handicapped seats, but they were taken this time, of course). Anyway, after we got home and were getting ready for bed, Denise wondered about my physical build -- I never really thought about it, but she thinks my legs might be unusually long. She also wondered about how tall I was because she was sure my estimate of my height was wrong, so before we nodded off, I said I'd measure myself in the morning.
This morning, I did so, and made a rather surprising discovery. For the past fifteen years or so, I've been walking around thru life thinking that I was 5' 9.5" tall. Turns out I'm actually 5' 11.5" tall. How weird. I gained two inches that I never knew about. (No, not two inches there.)
The last time I measured myself was when I was in my late teens, when I was 5' 9.5" -- I could have sworn that I learned in health class in junior high and/or high school that growth is pretty much complete by the time you're in your late teens, but Denise told me that it typically continues into the early to mid twenties, so I must have gained it back then. (This also means that I'm not as overweight as I thought I was... I'll have to look up those BMI indicators and see what my ideal weight is supposed to be for my real height. I was thinking that I was about 20 pounds overweight, but it's probably closer to 12-15 pounds.)
Anyway. I'd offer a movie review, but I don't really have anything to say that other movie critics wouldn't have already covered... I did find it rather amusing, though, that in the credits, there was a section called "Rock and Foam", and it had six names listed. I pointed that out in amusement to Denise -- this is a film with such a high budget, and that paid so much attention to detail, that they had six people who did nothing but make artificial rock and rock faces and the like. There have been movies made whose entire budget was less than what Peter Jackson spent just making fake rocks. "Eraserhead" comes to mind, for example, or "The Evil Dead".
Posted by Zathras at December 20, 2003 12:10 PM