Dennis Schreider has written an interesting examination of the, shall we say, fervor with which some LOTR fans take their love of the good professor’s works. Here’s an excerpt:
Over the last three years I’ve found that if I really want to incur the wrath of a great many people I know I merely have to mention the fact that I have not seen any of the movies in ‘The Lord of the Rings’ trilogy. These people then derogatorily refer to me as an ‘intellectual,’ a wellspring term, it would seem, for other apparently like-minded words, such as ‘elitist,’ ‘pretentious,’ ‘snob,’ and ‘condescending.’
I find the last of these words the most curious, since it seems to me to be the one most rife in hypocrisy. I am the one being be-littled and condescended to for what others see as a ‘who- does-he-think-he-is’ high-mindedness that, for my part and in defense of myself, I fail to see at all.
My reasons for not having seen any and all of the LOTR trilogy is not esoteric at all, but rather really simplistic. I do not like fantasies, be they books or movies or any other medium. They just do not stimulate my interests. I can understand those who ARE deeply immersed in the worlds of fantasy to maybe be mystified by my indifference to subjects they deem vital and essential, but I cannot for the life of me understand the contempt it has seemed to arouse in regards to the LOTR phenomenon. And it’s starting to make me a little mad.