The Two Towers
Having attended a special screening of The Two Towers to benefit Amnesty International last night, I left the theater and hailed a cab. As usual, the cabbie's taste in music left much to be desired. I couldn't tell whether the offending tune--syrupy folk-tinged '70s Renaissance Faire soft-rock--was coming from a radio, which I could excuse given the driver's inability to affect the playlist, or from recorded media, which would mean the music represented a deliberate choice. The latter possibility implied such malice that I had to assume it was simply more bad radio. Then, at Mission and South Van Ness, despite my effort to induce temporary deafness, I caught a few words: Three Rings for Elven Kings. The singer was warbling the epigraph from The Lord ot the Rings! It was a strange coincidence, and proof that no good movie goes unpunished.
