The Hobbit isn’t just “O.K.” It’s a masterpiece. There. I wrote it. I felt compelled to do so, considering all the humdrum, long-faced reviews I’ve been reading lately, whether in formal critiques or comboxes. I’ve read how bored some people were, especially during that much-maligned first hour when apparently there was nothing going on and the movie screen was little more than a big blank, except for some chalk drawings of what appeared to be dwarves and a cold vacuum where there ought to have been meaning and character development.
I have no idea what these people were actually doing during that first hour. I personally was riveted for the entire film. Thankfully, I’m not alone in the universe. My two oldest sons were thrilled to bits; my younger brother and I had the longest, nerdiest phone conversation possible trading lauds back and forth…well, that was it, I guess, until I read these two great reviews, both of which capture my feelings nicely and toss a few well-deserved barbs at critics (so I don’t have to):
And, my favorite, this one by Seth Abramson.