This week, the first two episodes of Amazon’s The Lord Of The Rings: The Rings Of Power comes to streaming services. Years in the making, and costing a rumoured $1 billion (something, something, warehouse employees… something, something, obscene wealth), it promises big things. Delving into the old history of Middle-earth, it won’t simply be a second go at Peter Jackson’s still-warm-after-20-years trilogy, but rather based on J. R. R. Tolkien's notes and appendices.
But upon its announcement last year, there was wariness. Being such narrow source material, from which writers are going to create their own events, it was wondered who could be up to such a hard – and, if we're being really mean, presumptuous – task. There is an, ahem, preciousness to The Lord Of The Rings. And it’s easy to get it wrong.
The first trilogy – The Fellowship Of The Rings, The Two Towers, The Return Of The King – were as close to a fan’s dream as you could hope for. The work of a genuine Tolkien nerd, Peter Jackson, in scale and scope, not to mention genius casting like Sir Christopher Lee’s menacing Saruman and Sir Ian McKellen’s untouchable Gandalf, the lovingly adapted movies were a triumph. Some complained about the lack of Tom Bombadil and scouring of The Shire, but everywhere else it wrangled Tolkien’s massive story onto a screen with a formidable thoroughness that comes only from obsession.