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tarotgalI cried my way through the final Hobbit movie today. I knew Billy's song was going to get me, and it totally did, despite having listened to it so many times. It's so sad to say a final farewell to PJ's Middle Earth. Despite all the tears and so much fighting, I really liked the movie. There were a lot of great moments. And I came away with a new Gimli/Legolas plot bunny, so that's never a bad thing.
I really liked it. A lot. I just cried a whole lot as well.
The part I didn't like was that I took my family to see it. I took them to the first two Hobbit movies, so it seemed fitting to take them to this one as well, especially as I couldn't make the date when all my friends went to see it together. I get to movie theaters SUPER EARLY. Like, this movie started at 3:45, so I got there at 2:30 (er, not counting sitting in the car for 10 minutes). I saved seats using my scarf and jacket, finished my reread of A Separate Peace, and then went and stood out in the lobby waiting for my family. Mom & Dad didn't show up until 3:20-something because they got lost along the way. I showed them to the seats then went back out to wait for Sister and her fiance, neither of whom called or texted me. But Sister texted my mother to say they were there waiting. Which, yeah, is strange because I'd been there since 2:30 and hadn't seen then. Finally, at 3:35, I spotted Sister's Fiance and he said he'd lost my sister. She'd texted saying she was at the cafe, but she wasn't. Finally we found her heading out of a bathroom. So we got in just before the trailers started. Which is fine. But the second the movie was over, the two of them jumped up and raced out of the theater, where my sister paced back and forth outside while the rest of us watched the credits (and I sobbed... and then I did a facepalm when my mother said "WETA? Like our PBS Station?" UGH. No.) Anyway, yeah, it's weird. This is just coming off of Christmas dinner where we were all eating and watching a movie together and she jumped up and started cleaning LOUDLY in the kitchen while the rest of us ate. Then my dad and her fiance went into the kitchen and they were all talking loudly and running water and, I think, having a band practice using the pots and pans as drums, while my mother and I sat there eating. Do people just not care about being polite any more? Don't normal families have rules like not leaving the table until being excused? Does that just go out the window when you're an adult? I don't care about the movie, I just find it incredibly rude to bolt from the table while other people are eating and make so much noise in the next room. I got so pissed off but, being the type of person I am, internalized the whole thing. I almost headed home I was so angry, but then a kitty came and jumped on my lap and started purring and so at least one person in the house wanted me there, even if that person was a cat. LOL My Christmas morning was fine... except that I didn't get a chance to talk to my dad about being Ace. I went over super early--an hour earlier than I needed to be there--knowing it would just be the two of us alone and I could talk to him then, but he spent the whole time out with the dog or on the laptop, barely paying attention when I tried to tell him things, so it didn't feel right. I could have said "Hey, can I talk to you a second?" and I almost did, like, eleventy billion times. But I didn't. I chickened out. And I was going to tell my sister as well, but she and her finance headed home to nap immediately after opening presents and I stayed and helped Mom prepare dinner. Even though I was running on no sleep and so very exhausted and had to go cat sit later. I came back after cat sitting to find they'd all watched Divergent without me. Which stung a little. Thanks for the invite, guys. Ugh. So, yeah, my Christmas morning was great. Afternoon okay. Evening sucked.
I've kind of been in a lazy, depressed funk lately, which is another reason I'm so behind on giftfics (sorry!). Was hoping spending time with people I love would help... and apparently it only made things worse. LOL I don't take my family to see the movie just so they can see the movie, I take them so we can share something together. And we didn't have much togetherness.
But, screw that. I did love the movie. Despite the tears. Makes me happy to be home, wearing new slippers, curled in in fluffy warm plaid blanket. It's not as comfy as Bag End, I'm sure, but I'm grateful to have that.
I really liked it. A lot. I just cried a whole lot as well.
The part I didn't like was that I took my family to see it. I took them to the first two Hobbit movies, so it seemed fitting to take them to this one as well, especially as I couldn't make the date when all my friends went to see it together. I get to movie theaters SUPER EARLY. Like, this movie started at 3:45, so I got there at 2:30 (er, not counting sitting in the car for 10 minutes). I saved seats using my scarf and jacket, finished my reread of A Separate Peace, and then went and stood out in the lobby waiting for my family. Mom & Dad didn't show up until 3:20-something because they got lost along the way. I showed them to the seats then went back out to wait for Sister and her fiance, neither of whom called or texted me. But Sister texted my mother to say they were there waiting. Which, yeah, is strange because I'd been there since 2:30 and hadn't seen then. Finally, at 3:35, I spotted Sister's Fiance and he said he'd lost my sister. She'd texted saying she was at the cafe, but she wasn't. Finally we found her heading out of a bathroom. So we got in just before the trailers started. Which is fine. But the second the movie was over, the two of them jumped up and raced out of the theater, where my sister paced back and forth outside while the rest of us watched the credits (and I sobbed... and then I did a facepalm when my mother said "WETA? Like our PBS Station?" UGH. No.) Anyway, yeah, it's weird. This is just coming off of Christmas dinner where we were all eating and watching a movie together and she jumped up and started cleaning LOUDLY in the kitchen while the rest of us ate. Then my dad and her fiance went into the kitchen and they were all talking loudly and running water and, I think, having a band practice using the pots and pans as drums, while my mother and I sat there eating. Do people just not care about being polite any more? Don't normal families have rules like not leaving the table until being excused? Does that just go out the window when you're an adult? I don't care about the movie, I just find it incredibly rude to bolt from the table while other people are eating and make so much noise in the next room. I got so pissed off but, being the type of person I am, internalized the whole thing. I almost headed home I was so angry, but then a kitty came and jumped on my lap and started purring and so at least one person in the house wanted me there, even if that person was a cat. LOL My Christmas morning was fine... except that I didn't get a chance to talk to my dad about being Ace. I went over super early--an hour earlier than I needed to be there--knowing it would just be the two of us alone and I could talk to him then, but he spent the whole time out with the dog or on the laptop, barely paying attention when I tried to tell him things, so it didn't feel right. I could have said "Hey, can I talk to you a second?" and I almost did, like, eleventy billion times. But I didn't. I chickened out. And I was going to tell my sister as well, but she and her finance headed home to nap immediately after opening presents and I stayed and helped Mom prepare dinner. Even though I was running on no sleep and so very exhausted and had to go cat sit later. I came back after cat sitting to find they'd all watched Divergent without me. Which stung a little. Thanks for the invite, guys. Ugh. So, yeah, my Christmas morning was great. Afternoon okay. Evening sucked.
I've kind of been in a lazy, depressed funk lately, which is another reason I'm so behind on giftfics (sorry!). Was hoping spending time with people I love would help... and apparently it only made things worse. LOL I don't take my family to see the movie just so they can see the movie, I take them so we can share something together. And we didn't have much togetherness.
But, screw that. I did love the movie. Despite the tears. Makes me happy to be home, wearing new slippers, curled in in fluffy warm plaid blanket. It's not as comfy as Bag End, I'm sure, but I'm grateful to have that.
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Date: 2014-12-28 04:02 pm (UTC)I saw The Hobbit a second time yesterday, followed immediately by my second viewing of Mockingjay. Had a similar experience with family there. We were supposed to only see Mockingjay but my brother started texting me to plan movie times at 10am while I was still asleep. Was going to be hard to make a 1:30 movie when I woke up after noon, but I rushed to get ready and told him my mom and I think we can manage 1:30, and he texted 'no, we can't make that, better try for the 4:30 show. So my mom and I, standing there ready to go, went and saw the 1:35 Hobbit instead. My mom watched the credits with me, which was nice. We were in time for the movie but just managed to miss the SW trailer. I still haven't seen it.
So then my brother and his gf text us they're going to be at least 15 min late for Mockingjay and I was thinking 'wtf, you guys picked this time! How are you not ready for it?.' So we held them seats and they came in as Katniss was meeting President Coin the first time.
Warning! Hobbit Spoilers! (For anyone else reading this besides tg who hasn't seen the movie yet).
I like the Hobbit a lot, except for one or two spots of really bad CGI. And some elf oddness; it was lucky Tauriel wasn't killed for drawing an arrow on her king, and my biggest bone of contention is Thranduil's characterization. He's way more greedy and less reasonable in the movie, and I hate that they made him so selfish without reason. This is not the Elvenking who said in the book "Long will I tarry, ere I begin this war for gold.' And "let us hope still for something that will bring reconciliation." I want the Thranduil who helped the Lakemen for days expecting nothing in return. The Elvenking that book Bilbo preferred to make his last stand with over the dwarves. "He preferred on the whole to defend the Elvenking."
I hope the planned 30 min extra in the extended edition explains things a bit better. My headcanon says the white gems belonged to Legolas's mother.
I did love how PJ was basically pushing Aragorn/Legolas though. Aragorn would still be a child then, but I laughed just the same. Legolas has to come back to Mirkwood in order to be sent to Rivendell with news of Gollum for the Council of Elrond, but yay for lots of elf/ranger adventures in the meantime!
I did the Hobbit Marathon Monday the 15th. I cried more at bag end saying farewell to Middle Earth than I did at any of the rest.