In our never ending quest to expose fictional cinematic incompetence, we're going to take a hard look at characters from The Lord of the Rings trilogy who screwed the pooch at key moments.
Until the last 40 minutes of Avatar, there's never been a James Cameron aerial battle, all swooping and banking and pew-pew in grand Lucasian style circa 1977. And then he does it, and it is fucking glorious to behold.
It's a depressing notion for aspiring actors that they'll likely not make it in Hollywood. It's an even more depressing notion that a scream has a longer list of acting credits than they ever will.
