Lord of the Ringses.
I went to see the best story ever last night at the movies, again. The first time I saw it with my brother who has a theory about our mother reading Tolkien's stories to us as children and our moral philosophy. This time there were seven of my friends from university with various degrees of Tolkien knowledge; from Dave ("great, now I don't have to read the books") to Chris ("Gandalf's sword should glow like Frodo's"). Afterwards we eventually found a coffee shop that was open and sat around comparing experiences. Dave was surprised when the movie finished before the ring was destroyed; Chris had an interminable list of bits from the book they missed out; everybody enjoyed it thoroughly.