The Hobbit: The Desolation of Smaug
The Hobbit: The Desolation of Smaug has broken my relationship with Peter Jackson’s take on J.R.R. Tolkien’s Middle Earth. I accepted his changes to The Lord of the Rings. Tom Bombadil? Meh. Evil Faramir? What? The Rohirrim run away? Gah, but time heals all wounds. Yet, the middle installment of The Hobbit is a bridge too far.
I sat in the theatre ignoring the changes, the expansion, and the additions, because I had too or else I would’ve been running out the door. When the film ended, I left in disgust. All I know is that Peter Jackson has taken a trifle of an adventure and stretched it to inconceivable proportions. All the fun has been rung out of the story. Jackson has even made me question why I like Tolkien. I kid, I kid, but he makes me wonder about The Lord of the Rings movies. All that I glossed over and accepted has come back seven fold with a vengeance. Please when will he be done and please don’t touch any of The Silmarillion.
I’m going to see the last installment just to see if the forbidden love between dwarf and elf will end in tragedy. I want to see Tauriel die in Kili’s arms. Or is that Fili? I want to see them die fighting off the horde of orcs before the gates of Erebor. I want them to die a heroic death and when their bodies are found, King Thranduil will join with Gandalf and forces of good to fight evil Sauron — 80 years too early.
At the start of The Lord of the Rings, didn’t Gandalf not know who was behind the dread in the East? Yes, but Jackson will retcon a new story. Whatever.
I hope Peter Jackson doesn’t touch any of The Silmarillion.
2 of 5 stars.