There is a reason this is the instalment that got all the Oscars. No, not because it was the Academys last chance to offer up some gold, but rather because it is actually a masterful piece of filmmaking. If, like me, you felt the ending went on for way too long and was a tad too homoerotic. Then it would have initially been a very disappointing climax to Jacksons mammoth trilogy. For the more hardcore fans, the altered chronology may have been a sticking point also. But upon a second viewing, things become very different The 30-minute plus collection of swan song speeches and slow motion bed bouncing, actually work to great effect in building up a whole host of complex emotions. By the time Frodo settles back in the Shire and full stops his novel, we are literally a well of joy, sadness, melancholy, hope, nostalgia and a plethora of bittersweet sentiments. If J.R.R Tolkien wanted his Rings trilogy to reflect the onslaught and effects of World War Two, then Id say Jackson captured that beautifully. Frodo began his journey as a brave adventurer and finished it broken and battered: still able to enjoy the comforts of Bagg End, but never quite in the same way again. Very emotive stuff.