Last Christmas Mom bought me all three Lord of the Rings movies on DVD. Since it’s the thought that counts, I sincerely do appreciate the thought. But I already own the movies. I bought the special editions—you know, the seven-disc boxed set with the extra footage and the documentaries—years ago, as soon as I could find someone willing to sell each of them for less than $15. I may be a fan, but I’m a cheap fan.
And Mom is likewise a fan of cheap movies. (She’s been buying used VHS tapes like crazy. Yes, she still uses her VCR.) Round Christmastime, she’ll regularly check the bargain bins for inexpensive movies. That’s where she found the Rings movies; it’s kinda obvious. One of them is in “fullscreen,” i.e. a movie cropped for idiots who think it’s more important to get rid of the blank black spaces on their 3:4-ratio TV sets than it is to see an entire picture. And since all my screens are widescreen—with the exception of my 13-year-old iBook, which doesn’t play movies anyway—it’s an out-of-date term now.