I Thought It Was About The Hobbit

When was the last time a movie, a book, or a television show left you cold despite all your friends (and/or all the critics) raving about it? What was it that made you go against the critical consensus?

The source material for the 9-hour trilogy
The source material for the 9-hour trilogy

When Peter Jackson’s first of three installments of a children’s book was released almost two years ago, I figured I’d check it out and see what he’d done to further expound on the story of Bilbo Baggins, the hobbit from the Shire who gets caught up in the drama of Middle Earth. 

An Unexpected Journey charmed me from the moment I watched it in the theater in 48 frames per second.  I wanted to meet Bilbo, and see how PJ filmed the dwarves and shrunk them.  I wanted to see how he depicted Thorin Oakenshield, the grumpy old would-be king of the mountain.  I had to admit – having read the book years ago and listened to the audiobook as well – I liked it. 

And so for the second of those three installments of a children’s book, I went to see it on opening day.  When Desolation of Smaug suddenly faded into black, there was no applause in the theater. Instead, the guy next to me and most everyone else in the theater, got up and left even before the credits started rolling.  Only the guy next to me said, “That’s it?  That’s baloney! Peter Jackson’s not getting any more of my money for the third movie. I’m waiting till it ends up on Netflix.”

I remember chuckling then, but I had to agree with him though.  And not that it would matter to him one iota, but Peter Jackson is not having any more of my money either. For a movie that’s supposed to be about the journey of a hobbit, I can barely spot the hobbit.  Instead, for Desolation of Smaug, we were introduced to super wonder elves and Sauron-before-he-was-Sauron of Lord of the Rings.

But everyone I know loves it though, even my real life friends, most of whom have never read J.R.R. Tolkien’s works.  I just hope that they’ve read the original material, which was a children’s book and therefore didn’t have depictions of war in it.  But people who’ll flock in the theaters for There and Back Again Battle of the Five Armies won’t know that at all. 

So I won’t be watching the third film.  Instead, I’m going back to the book and hope that people who’ve never heard of Tolkien before, pick up the book first – especially The Hobbit.  Because if they see the trilogy first, then the book to them will be boring. 

And that would be – and it already is – a travesty.

 

Jumping In

Go down the rabbit hole with Alice; play quidditch with Harry Potter; float down the river with Huck Finn… If you could choose three fictional events or adventures to experience yourself, what would they be?

 

Take me to Hogwarts to learn a spell or two,
then off to Wonderland, where there’s lots to do –
smoke that dreamy pipe, and even have some tea,
then take a bite of mushroom, and set our minds free.

There’s a dragon to kick out of a mountain top,
even an elf king to escape from, so don’t you stop.
We’ve got enemies to face, both far and wide
but if we’re stuck, there are eagles on our side.

And after all our adventures have been fought and won,
let’s return to Bilbo’s hobbit hole for the task is done.
For the time has come again to end the spell,
and leap out from the pages that we know so well.

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Daily Prompt: Land of Confusion

Tell us about a time when you felt out of place.

Photographers, artists, poets: show us CONFUSION.

I feel out of place now.  It’s a feeling that’s been bothering me for a few weeks, and this morning, after a good night’s sleep –  and an interesting dream that involved some nasty things between the sheets (talk about symbolism!), I knew what I needed to do.

For the past year I’ve fallen into a fandom that I never expected I’d ever fall into.  A year ago, I didn’t even know the word existed.  But fast forward a year later, and here I am, a self-confessed fangirl with DVD’s of North & South, Strike Back (the real first season, now retitled Strike Back Origins by Cinemax), Sparkhouse, an unwatched The Impressionists, The Hobbit – An Unexpected Journey (both theatrical release and Extended Edition) and two figurines of Thorin Oakenshield.  The two of them sit on a shelf in front of an envelope from the New Zealand Post containing The Hobbit – Desolation of Smaug postal stamps.

But DVD’s, figurines and stamps don’t make a fandom.  Fans do.  And after a year in this fandom, I’ve finally realized why I was never in one before.  It’s simply not the place for me.

I could enumerate the reasons why but I don’t want to waste my breath, nor expend the energy of typing them out.  I simply don’t belong in it, and it’s time for me to get out.

Thank you, Daily Prompt, for waking me up from this nightmare where I clearly don’t belong in.  Now I need to return to real life and dust off poor Thorin.  I think I just saw a spider crawling up the wall behind him.

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EDITED TO ADD:  Thank you so much for all the comments, congratulations and well-wishes to my life post-RA fangirl – but let me take this time to say that it does not mean that I’ve abandoned “the muse.”  He is alive and well.

I apologize if I don’t address each one individually.  It just feels weird to do that in a post-mortem. 

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Daily Prompt: Ripped Into the Headline*

Write about something that happened over the weekend as thought it’s the top story on your local paper.

Photographers, artists, poets show us something from your WEEKEND.

It began innocently enough in the M household.  “June Gloom” was in full force and the family ate a late breakfast of eggs and sausage washed down with coffee, though for the toddler, it was a glass of chocolate almond milk, which had been recommended as a replacement for regular milk due to certain food sensitivities.

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The ‘festivities’ began shortly after the dishes were put away and everyone settled in for a relaxing Sunday.  First Mr. M turned on the television set after Little M announced that he wanted “MI5” to play on the screen.  And so Season 8, episode 7 of MI5/Spooks began.  Halfway through the episode, as Lucas North berated and bullied a young 17-year old who had infiltrated a Hindu sect,  Mr. M was observed shouting and grumbling back at Mr. North, admonishing him about being “too hard on the kid.”

This was followed by the finale episode of Season 8 of the same show in question.  Mr. M, exhausted from his one-sided exchange with Mr. North (who wasn’t available for comment), was unable to follow the storyline as Mr. North “lost it” after CIA operative and Nightingale co-conspirator (and erstwhile bed-mate), Sarah Caulfield, lost her life.  Mr. M was actually observed drifting off to sleep on the sofa despite the tense musical score and a building exploding onscreen.

However, when the end credits rolled, Mr. M was heard saying that he would review the episode at a later time after he’d finished processing Mr. North’s “misplaced anger issues.”  Mrs. M suggested that maybe Mr. North was simply grieving the death of someone he loved though Mr. M admitted that he was not a fan of Miss Caulfield’s “frozen face.”

“Lucas North,” he aded, “I have no problem with.  He channels anger very well.”

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After a very late lunch, Little M announced that he wanted to watch “The Hobbit” on the screen and this request was promptly acknowledged.  Almost towards the end of the movie, Little M was later observed to appear distressed as Mr. Thorin Oakenshield took a beating from the white orc Azog.  Little M was heard saying again and again, “Poor Richard-baby” even after “the angry birds” took the beaten up Mr. Oakenshield on top of a crag.

All this, to the horror of Mrs. M, who quickly denied ever teaching Little M to say such a thing as “poor Richard-baby,” however she suspects that Mr. M might be involved in this conspiracy.  She also added that Little M “was simply sympathizing in Rich-, I mean, Thorin’s plight.”

Mr. Oakenshield was not available for comment.

Fortunately for this loving family, June Gloom finally lifted and they all turned off the television set, but only after Little M requested Mrs. M to sing the song “Misty Mountains” by Neil Finn as the end credits of “The Hobbit” rolled.  They then went outside of the house to enjoy some much-deserved pool time and raking of the yard before Mr. M indulged in another viewing of Strike Back with Mr. John Porter.

Apparently, it was just another Richard Armitage day in this unsuspecting household, though Mr. M was overheard saying that he was not a fan of Mr. Armitage.

Mr. Armitage, however, was unavailable for comment.

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*My apologies to non-Richard Armitage fans out there.

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