by Carol L. Robinson
“Ugh! REALLY? You want to go see THAT movie?”
I went to the local movie complex a few nights ago, kicking and screaming, dutifully following my spouse (no, not really dutifully) to see The Hobbit: The Battle of Five Armies (2014). I didn’t want to see it. I really didn’t want to see it.
I saw the first Hobbit film of Peter Jackson‘s trilogy in the movie theater (The Hobbit: An Unexpected Journey, 2012), and was amazed by the lack of humor and the use of inauthentic dwarfs. At the end of that showing, a gentleman sitting behind me bellowed, “What the FUCK was THAT!? What the FUCK!?” and stormed up the aisle and out of the theater. In empathy toward this gentleman, I had thought to myself, “What the muck, indeed. What a muck!” I also saw the second Hobbit film in the movie theater (The Hobbit: The Desolation of Smaug, 2013). That time, I was not so scandalously shocked, and I even enjoyed parts of it, now that I had been fully desensitized and re-programmed not to view it as an adaptation of Tolkien’s novel.
That did not mean, however, that I at all wanted to see this third hyper-cinematic adaptation/rehashing of The Hobbit, which was actually also an incorporation of parts of The Silmarillion. The trailer did not sway my fears of watching this final film.
Metacritic gave this film a Metascore of 59 with a User Score of 7.3. One critic (who gave the film a low score of 50) sums up what I feared I would be watching:
“If you want to see a Renaissance faire turned into an
apocalyptic battlefield, this is the ticket.”
(Philadelphia Inquirer, Steven Rea; Dec 17, 2014)
