Wow, the “Buffy” finale sure is stirring and romantic and emotional. That last showdown at the Sunnydale hellmouth is downright Lord-of-the-Rings-arific! Why, in fact…
The Return of the King (”Buffy” Style)
Yeah, here at the end of nine months of seven seasons of “Buffy,” I feel myself slipping into an Andrew Wellsian state of obsessive geekdom.
Witness: above video (also available in The Fellowship of the Ring and The Two Towers flavors! Wheeeee!)*
Witness: Once More, With Hobbits (ain’t the Internet grand?!)**
Witness: my leapity Slayer-fu in the backyard, er, under the cover of night (”‘Slayers, every one of us’…hi-YA!”)
I pause between roundhouse kicks to ponder how it would’ve been to follow the show in its day, especially toward the end of the run, those early years of the millennium when The Lord of the Rings flooded the cinema and I gave myself over to the frenzy of a full-on geek-out. No, my head would have exploded under pressure of that much more pop cultural wonder.
As with most entertainments stirring and romantic and emotional, I am loath to part with “Buffy” and left wanting more. But, hey, there’s another hellmouth in Cleveland! (Witness: “How can the public library not have the canonical Season Eight comics published by Dark Horse? I shall request they be purchased forthwith!”)
*Geekiness aside, my inner subtitles editor nerd really wants to fix the timing of the credits in these videos.
**Hilarious musical parody of a musical parody aside, I draw the line at crossover fan fiction. What insane twaddle!
Sorry to be a wet blanket, but this elicits from me the polite comment Steve makes when watching others hypnotically savoring some form of fresh fruit, “I’m glad you like it . . . ”
Watched the first trailer, expecting the threat of an imminent vampire bite, but it’s just iconic LOTR clips with Buffy music. I prefer Howard Shore as sauce with my serving.
An old poopy doop
Au contraire, ma soeur! Damn the rhyme, I must disagree in free verse. I just crowed with delight to see the LoTR images backed by the ass-kicking Buffy music. Oh, yeah, it’s a glorious jest rife with potential for comparison. Good versus evil, small persons (aka girls) burdened with the obligation to save the world, some hunky guys along the way to help out. I really dug that last episode, too, and MY library has the books of Joss’ 8th season. I’m saving them until I finish the Angel series – I’m down to the 10th place in line for season 2. Rock on, Backyard Buffster. Keep those high kicks coming.