I scoffed at the movie-star covers of the new sets of the LOTR books because I'd read my mom's old paperback copies with the broken spines and the older, charming artwork...but I didn't scoff very loudly because all this hubub was getting my friends to read the books: I had people to moan to about Tom Bombadil* being cut from the film and Arwen stealing Glorfindel's scene!**
*I was looking forward to him!
** I hated all her scenes, even the ones she didn't steal.
|Reading old books is fun!|
To keep the Lord of the Rings high between film releases, I read everything Tolkien I could find: his books, an absurd amount of fanfiction, had scheduled evening AIM meetings* with a friend for live-action script-writing, and eventually wrote my own fanfiction.**
*They had to be scheduled because we had dial-up internet & our parents didn't like us tying up the phone line for hours.
**The pretense: my friends dropped into Middle Earth and joined the Fellowship. It was a Mary Sue masterpiece of epic proportions.
So why am I somewhat less-than-ecstatic to hear recently* about the 2012 release of the film prequel The Hobbit: An Unexpected Journey?
*And repeatedly! Goodness, Internet, you don't have to tell me three million times!
I should be fan-girling out at this news. I really should. And yet, it just makes me feel tired.
It makes me feel tired.
I thought I should say that again, in case you missed it.
Sure, Peter Jackson did a bang-up job with the Lord of the Rings trilogy. And I'm sure The Hobbit: An Unexpected Journey will be a lovely film — pure art and charm and everything beautiful of Tolkien through the eyes of Jackson.
But I thought we were done with Lord of the Rings. We did the whole LOTR madness years ago — for years and years.* And don't even get me started on the decade of the Eragon books and the Harry Potter franchise. I loved them all — I loved them all so hard. I looked forward to releases, read every book, watched every film. And the Pirates of the Caribbean franchise — watched them all, played the musical score in orchestra for years, love the spoofs.
*The Fellowship of the Ring was the first DVD I owned. Yes, I watched all the extra features,
including the film with commentary, the extended scenes, and the hidden nugget.
I am starting to get burned out on being excited for things to be released.
And weirdly, I had liked the idea of Jackson stopping with the LOTR trilogy and leaving The Hobbit be. It was the first Tolkein book I read — I came home from school one day in junior high and found a brand-new copy lying on my pillow: I suspected it was my mom's way of getting me to read real literature, but it was always totally the best thing to come home to.
But no matter what I think of it, the film is being made — and in two parts, no less! So it'll be a mini-resurgence of the Tolkien film anticipation. Oh, joy.
Probably this time next year, I will gush about the film, all glowing and excited. It'll probably be good: Why wouldn't it be? I can admit the preview looks bad-ass. I didn't expect the dwarves to be so...well, pretty. But right now I just can't muster the excitement.
I must not be a very good Tolkien fan, after all.