I really enjoyed the Lord of the Rings films that came out a number of years ago. The fact that my girlfriend at the time was an eager LOTR fan probably had a lot to do with it. I never read the books, but I sat through, and thoroughly enjoyed the films.
Needless to say, I was interested in Peter Jackson’s project The Hobbit: An Unexpected Journey when I heard about it last fall. It finally opens in theaters this weekend.
Dislike my opinion, if that pleases you, but I was never a fan of the Harry Potter or Twilight franchises. I didn’t necessarily have a problem with their content (as some Christians did), the themes of teenage wizard and brooding vampiress to-be didn’t draw my attention. I did notice their brilliant money-making ploy wherein they turned the final books of each series into two films instead of one. Wow, the producers found a way to charge me $16 to see Breaking Dawn and The Deathly Hallows instead of the usual $8. “I’m no Vanderbilt, but this train makes hay.” It’s smart for movie makers, but where does that leave the movie watchers?
To my amazement, Peter Jackson decided to turn Tolkien’s 300-page children’s book into not two movies, but three. Come on, man, three!? I like the quote from film freaks central’s Walter Chaw. “If this were Green Eggs and Ham, the film would stop at approximately the point at which you would not eat them with a fox.” Those who are familiar with Dr. Seuss’ beloved children’s classic will know this is not very deep into the plot. You can read the rest of Chaw’s review here. He didn’t like it, and be warned of R-rated language.
The moral of the story is that Peter Jackson likes money. Call him a genius. He’s found a way to get people to pay $24 to watch a single movie. Can you blame him?
I like money, too, at least what money I have. It looks like Sherry and I will be spending $48 of it to see The Hobbit in its three parts.
We will probably see The Hobbit. Maybe even tonight. I will probably like it, but somewhere deep the little revolutionist inside me is going to be saying, “Come on, man!”