So I watched
The Hobbit – the Desolation of Smaug
over Easter – cosied up by the fire with a dog on my knee, wearing a beanie. Yes, yes, I know, I know. I said I wouldn’t watch it; said I hated
The Hobbit
. But a few people told me to stop being so picky, so finickity, that I should forget about how it bears precious little resemblance to the book and that I should ignore the fact that it’s been stretched so far that its plot might snap into three overworked exhausted pieces. ...
Published on April 23, 2014 08:14