When The Lord of the Rings came out I was in college, my friends and I were some of the dorks at the midnight screenings in homemade t-shirts reading things like “Gollum Does It In A Cave” and “Bolbos” stretching across my chest. I was the only girl there. Peter Jackson’s first trilogy was an event. Something seems very different about The Hobbit.
Movie one: lots of singing, lots of running, beautiful sweeping shots, and one very awesome Andy Serkis as Gollum. Desolation of Smaug picks up on the journey to reclaim the Lonely Mountain and the lost Dwarf Kingdom of Erebor. Bilbo has “the ring,” Gandalf, as usual, is called off for some other purpose, and the 13 Dwarves are captured three times. Don’t worry, Bilbo shows up to save them every time. Though we are treated to an emotional progression, or perhaps draining, each time Bilbo uses the powers of “the ring.”