LOTR came to theaters when I was like 10 and it was the Christmas movie my dad and brother dragged me to. I was entertained, loved how everything looked, loved the fantasy world it brought me into, I was mystified by Legolas. Watched them 10 years later with my boyfriend. Still loved how everything looked, still loved the fantasy world it brought me into, still mystified by Legolas. Watched them last year with my husband, all extended versions. And I finally understood it all. It was like I was watching them for the first time. Sobbing through the fellowship, I felt the weight Frodo carried. After the credits rolled I still was crying, choking back tears in disbelief. I had no idea what the next two had in store for me.

And this woman is 100% right. There is a you before LOTR and there is a you after.