I’d seen The Hobbit twice before tonight but (if you’ll allow a philosopher her concept distinctions) I think I’ve finally seen it. What I mean is that before tonight I was obsessing over the things the movie got wrong, to the extent that I didn’t really enjoy the story it was telling. Maybe it was my mood (I was convinced I would enjoy life today and made every effort to stay positive throughout the day) or the fact that I was seeing it in IMAX and by myself with other people still willing to cough up IMAX bucks over a month after it first showed, which means hardcore fans who aren’t afraid of reacting to the movie.
Whatever the reason, for the first time I found myself getting swept away in it all. Don’t get me wrong, I wasn’t blind to the things that drove me crazy the first time. The theatrical excesses, the mangled characterizations, the plot holes like how Radagast just happened to find Gandalf and get there so quickly. The stone trolls’ battle was particularly, well, ridiculous, as is a lot of the race out of Goblin-town. But somehow these just thrilled me rather than distracting me. I knew in the back of my head that a lot of this was wrong, but in the moment I was able to just enjoy the ride.