Yesterday we went to see The Hobbit. I loved The Lord of the Rings trilogy, so this seemed like an obvious choice. It’s been YEARS since I read The Hobbit. So many in fact that I can only remember a few things from it.
Unlike The Lord of the Rings, The Hobbit is leisurely paced. It’s been a long time since I’ve watched a movie that allows itself this much time to set the story up. Honestly, I didn’t mind. It was a pleasure to wander through Middle Earth again. It reminded me once more of what a writer can create. While I stared at Rivendell, I got the same internal sensation I had when I went to a Harry Potter release party at Barnes & Noble. It was a feeling of being part of something ‘bigger’, better, special. Something that wouldn’t be possible without an author’s imagination. It also drove home once more that I haven’t created a Rivendell of my own yet. And how I desperately need to for my own piece of mind.
The Hobbit tells the story of Bilbo’s great adventure and how he finds the ‘one ring that will rule them all’. For those who’ve seen the LOTR, it’s the story he finishes writing while Frodo heads off on his big adventure. The adventure revolves around the Dwarves’ need to return to their original homelands after a dragon attack. I’m not sure how they’ll stretch it into three movies, but it would definitely take more than one to tell the story properly. If you loved the LOTR, then The Hobbit is a must see.