A scene of true wrongness is this: the lighting of the beacons in The Return of the King. I do not blame the wrongness on Gandalf's interference. I do not blame the wrongness on Pippen's wall-climb. I do not even blame the wrongness on
inept guards or Denathor's uncaring. My blame lies soley on the fact that there were fire-toting guards on the very tops of high mountains, and when the cameras pan, there are no houses, no sheds, no bleedin' shelters made of sticks even, where these men could have come from. No, there are simply random pairs of men frolicking at the tops of mountains, with fire prepared to light beacons that have not been lit in years, and no places to sit and have a nice mug of ale while they wait for an unexpected signal!
Does anybody else share with me in cringing horribly every time they see this scene?
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