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That terrible finale almost cost me my health. How? You might ask. Lol let me share this with you. I experienced an attack of Vertigo severe enough to call for paramedic assistance. A pair of fine strapping young men answered the call. One of them administered to me, bp, heart rate and the like while the other leaned on my counter and bitterly complained about the GOT finale. I forgot how the subject came up. This young man was so crest fallen and dissapointed that I forgot, for a while, why he was in my living room. I could do nothing but love him and identify with him. The young man was a true GOThead and he was as devastated as I was about that finale. I felt a bond with this EMT; his partner had to interupt our grief session and ask for his assistance, we were so immersed in our misery that we forgot that I was being physically challenged. Game of Thrones still gets a 9 rating from me because its that damn good despite the finle.

This film hits all the notes on this viewer's keys. First thing I would like to know is how can Butler be soooo fine with most of his face covered? Sigh.

I was 52 the first time I watched it and I was done. The music lifted me and transformed me; I was spellbinded wishing I was in a dank dungeon with a masked musical genius. I watched it the second time with my Granddaughter who at that time was six she said, "I like the boy in the mask best (meaning Gerard and not the twelve-year-old-Phantom-to- be), I wouldn't leave him alone." she said. On another occasion I watched with my Niece who at that time was 16. When the film was over she was very quiet and I saw that she had tears on her face, she said, "I would have stayed with him." This beautiful, lush, haunting film touched three generations of my family deeply.

Emmy Rossum and Patrick Wilson were captivating; what talent.

The only thing I disliked was the camera cutting away while Butler was singing, who wants to see anything else while all that masculinity and grace is performing? Fine. The man is "Dime Piece fine." Sigh.

The sets in the cemetery were, I don't have a word; haunting, eerily beautiful, sensational, nothing fits definitely Oscar worthy. One of my favorite films up there with Ang Lee's Sense and Sensibility.

The best part of this, whatever it was, were the flashbacks to the original. I found myself thinking about Crowe a lot whishing he would come and save this mess. Mean to tell me that there was only one Black man of consequence in Rome while The Emperors were blue-eyed blondes? SMH no one even addressed an historian let alone took any counsel from one.

Denzel was wasted in this thing; he didn't bother to develop a character. Why include Sir Jacobi in this farce?

There was nothing to like; not the costumes, certainly not the dialogue and especially not the acting. I don't have 600 words for this trash. It stunk!