NikeBG said:
@beards - yeah, for some reason, nowadays people seem to think only hobos wear full beards. I blame it on female propaganda, based on their envy they can't all have beards.
Aaah, so that's the reason?
Damn those jealous women bastards!
NikeBG said:
@sigs - I still don't see the connection with The Hobbit.
Well, I feel sadness about them.
Sadness and extreme disappointment.
I mean, the films (2 of 3 now) aren't technically bad, but...
Well, since
The Lord of the Rings: Return of the King hit the theaters, in the late 2003, I got more interested into Tolkien.
I started reading all of his published works and playing Middle-earth related video games, so I quickly became a Tolkien nerd (or geek? what's the difference again?).
So, in 2004, I already begun anticipating
The Hobbit film(s), since I love that book more than
LotR.
Imagine my disappointment when Peter Jackson announced that he will make
King Kong remake first, instead of
The Hobbit.
Years were passing, and rumors about
The Hobbit film adaptation were everywhere.
There were some problems with the New Line Cinema, MGM and Tolkien Estate (or something like that), so
The Hobbit film could never get off the ground.
Then, finally, in 2008, Guillermo del Toro was hired to direct the film, so I was finally happy... but 2 years later, the filming didn't even start yet...
Then Jackson came in 2010, and it all started.
Those 2 years were the longest years in my life.
I know it sounds silly, but I was so excited about the films, that time was passing too fast for me, since I was ''counting down'' the time until the first film is released.
2 years of thinking about The Hobbit, instead of thinking about... well, anything else that concerns the act of actually
living the life.
I followed every production blog, character informations and images.
I got to know all the characters (especially Dwarves) before the film was even released.
And then, in December 2012, the wait was finally over.
After almost 10 years of waiting, and waiting, and waiting, I will get my Hobbit film.
I still remember my big grin when the film started in a packed cinema...
...but as the dozens of minutes were passing on screen, the grin vanished.
I realized the fact that didn't even occurred to me for those 8 (or 2) years.
I realized that I'm not enjoying the film.
And when the film ended, I discussed it with my brother and 2 friends.
I defended its bad parts, and praised its good parts.
But tomorrow, when the experience has settled down, I realized that I was sad... sad and disappointed.
Now, a year later, I'm not mad at Peter Jackson, or anyone else... except me.
It was my fault for acting like a horny teenage girl.
It was my fault for pumping up myself too much, and it was my fault for
caring too much about a work of fiction.