I finally saw The Hobbit. I know, I know… If you know me you would expect that I was there opening night. I wasn’t.
Here’s my review. It was long.
I mean, it was good. Nothing not to like really. But it felt an awful lot like I’d seen it all before. And the filmmakers greasy thumb prints are all over the story as they tuned-it up to make it more visually stimulating and alter the action so every moment becomes edge-of-the-seat and it looks great and the monsters are cool and the lighting is awesome. What’s better than 200 goblins? How about 22,000 goblins! And in the end I found myself caring amazingly little about it all.
Which is sad. I love the book. And I will certainly watch the film again. As I said, it’s not a ‘bad’ movie. But I think we’ve hit the 11th hour in filmmaking. The team of people working on it can craft it, visualize it, I think that’s what they call it, visualize it, and render it and sand it and shine it and perfectly manipulate every pixel and moment and my god, isn’t it a lovely thing. But It’s oddly lacking in an ability to resonate any humanity except for the grandioseness of it all.
It’s like being asked to find a 747 charming. Can you truly say a 747 is comfortable in a meaningful way?
You can admire a 747 as an amazing piece of machinery. And be thrilled with the comforts it provides at 600 miles an hour and at 30,000 feet (Given you can pay for the good seats.). A 747 is the result of brilliant engineers and craftsmen and a victory of human ingenuity and you can marvel at a monetary system that can advance fund such an undertaking… But it isn’t a place I want to live. It’s simply a machine that takes us from A to B. It’s lasting commentary is that humans are remarkably cleaver.
Now I want to watch something I care about.