When director Peter Jackson first pitched his idea to adapt the sprawling, three-book Lord of the Rings series for the big screen, he intended to make two movies at a cost of 75 million dollars. Somewhere along the line, the lineup rose from two movies to three and the budget from 75 million to amounts beyond the count of mortal men. It was worth it, though. The Lord of the Rings movies debuted to massive critical acclaim, enormous box office receipts, and went on to inspire the kind of devotion usually reserved for Star Wars devotees and those in thrall to the heavier doomsday cults.
They manage about as well as can be expected, which is to say not particularly well, although the film is not a disaster. It is well-made, with sumptuous visuals, a strong cast, and careful attention to detail, but the pace is stretched out and it feels stretched out. Despite some moments of grandeur, the most interesting thing about The Hobbit: An Unexpected Journey is the story behind how it came to be adapted and what that says about big-budget movie-making today.
The plot: unassuming hobbit Bilbo Baggins (Martin Freeman) lives a pleasantly sedate life in The Shire, that most bucolic of fantasy backwaters. Adventure comes knocking in the form of gray-garbed wizard Gandalf (Ian McKellan) and a small host of nomadic dwarves led by Thorin Oakensheild (Richard Armitage) who enlist Bilbo’s help in traveling to their faraway ancestral homeland and reclaiming it from a very big, very angry, very dangerous dragon named Smaug.
That synopsis probably didn’t take long to read, but the movie takes its sweet time setting it up. By flashback and speech, by show and by tell, Jackson and his screenwriters make sure the audience is filled in on every detail of the why and the how and the where and the what of the quest before it gets blessedly underway, occasionally taking the time to repeat themselves for those who may have missed it.
But Jackson, or more likely the studio executives hoping for another trilogy-sized windfall, do not or cannot stop at that. The script pulls in additional material from all kinds of sources, including extraneous text from The Lord of the Rings novels, author J.R.R. Tolkien’s copious notes, and Peter Jackson’s imagination, to fill us in on details of the story about which we simply do not care. Whenever the movie strays from Bilbo’s little big adventuring, it loses focus and slows down. Maybe it couldn’t have happened any other way. The pile of gold amassed by The Lord of the Rings movies proved too tempting, and what should have been an intimate performance has been set on a stage three times too big.
A review by Dan Selcke