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The Hobbit: Scared or excited?

All right people. As most everyone knows Mr. Peter Jackson is tackling 'The Hobbit'. I, along with many others, am confused as to whether we should be happy or sad about this. I must admit, at first I was giddy to hear that my favorite childhood book was finally getting a movie adaptation. Soon after we fans were slapped with the news that is was to be split in two parts. Now we know it's going to be split in three and I feel like someone sucker punched me. Why do you hate me Jackson? If you saw fit to cram all of 'Return on the King' into one film you should do me the courtesy of not splicing 'The Hobbit'! Not only does the split sting of greed, both in the box office and in DVD sales, but it will darken all replay value. Honestly, it it were one nice movie one could watch it on a drippy winter evening. In three pieces you are forced to throw a marathon every time you feel a little hobbit-ish! It's insanity.

I am not even going to start on the fact that the book material would have been perfectly adequate for one film but now will have to be stretched, dramatized, and (as I hear it) have pieces of 'The Silmarillion' grafted in.

Even with all this grumbling I can't help but smile when I see the trailers. I feel as though they are holding my dear friends hostage and forcing them to dance to the wrong tune. There is a part of me that knows I will love the movies no matter what but just hate the situation in which they were released.

Do tell me what you think. There is always room for another opinion on the internet.

UPDATE: I have since seen 'The Hobbit' and wrote a review.

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  1. CherieOctober 14, 2012 at 2:58 PM

    I think it's going to be an interesting ride one way or another. We shall see. We shall see...

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