I see little point in writing a review for each of these, as they aren't really sequels. Love it or loath it (I love it), Peter Jackson has to be saluted for taking an unfilmable book and making three pretty good films out of it. They aren't perfect by any means - continuity errors can be spotted by all but the sleepiest of viewers, and some scenes take you back to the days of blue screen photography, where characters sporting a huge black line around their bodies stand in front of a projected landscape, but once a cinematic experience can unequivocally place you in the world of pages, imagination will die.
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