
The second chapter of Peter Jackson and Company’s three-part adaptation of The Hobbit opened this weekend to praise, criticism, and a significant if not overwhelming box office. Second acts in trilogies are notoriously problematic, given the joining nature of their story structure, and this second act was already slated to be particularly problematic because of the filmmakers’ acknowledgment that they were straying far afield of the source material with this one. Add to that the fact that the source material is weaker in breadth and content than the much larger source material for Peter Jackson’s wildly successful adaptation of The Lord of the Rings a decade ago and The Hobbit: The Desolation of Smaug was bound to be a risky undertaking. I was not one who was disappointed when it was announced that The Hobbit would be stretched out to a trilogy. This will undoubtedly be the last time we’ll see this group bringing Tolkien’s world to life and I prefer more rather than less.
But enough with the preamble. The reason you are reading this is to determine what I thought about the film, compare it to your thoughts, and engage in dialogue. Thus I will no longer keep you in suspense. Though I felt the film lacked some of the heart-string-tugging emotion of An Unexpected Journey, the chance to visit multiple Middle-earth locales, the action that made two hours and forty minutes rush by, and a better than hoped for realization of the dragon Smaug made this another highly enjoyable exploration of Tolkien’s creation. I liked the film very much. Though none of The Hobbit film trilogy will, or frankly should, hold a candle to the film adaptation of The Lord of the Rings, the passion and creativity of the filmmakers is evident in every frame.
See it on the biggest screen possible, Smaug is a wonder to behold.



