Inspired by the thread on “When you first realized the book you were reading sucked,” which was in turn inspired by “Books you’ve thrown across the room in a rage,” in turn inspired by “Movies you’ve walked out on,” etc.
Can you remember the moment you decided that your favorite story or stories – whether a novel, a movie, a play, a TV show – was worthy of praise unending? Tell us about it.
(And I’ll promise not to mock Peter Jackson’s Lord of the Rings movies if everybody else tries not to mock other peoples’ choices, kay?)
I’ll start things off with a few:
TV show: Angel: early in the first episode, when Angel is racing to the rescue of his very first damsel in distress, whose just been kidnapped from a parking garage. He races to his classic black convertible, leaps into the driver’s seat, and tries unsuccessfully to start the engine. “Damn it!” he mutters–then looks across the way to see that he’s in the wrong car.
Book: The Golden Compass by Philip Pullman: Iorek Byrnsion versus Iofur Raknison. If you’ve read it you’ll understand why.
Movie: Down With Love: Renee Zellweger and her sidekick enter a restaurant, each clad in stunning, contrasting overcoats. They shimmy out of the coats to reveal that each is wearing a dress that exactly matches the other’s coat.