Today, after a decade and then some some, a troop of
all-too-familiar dwarves entered my house. Led by a wizard, of course. With
them, I left the comforts of the Shire, and embarked on an adventure. Where,
every turn of the page, in years bygone, had brought new experiences to
cherish. We headed out, saw off trolls that had strayed afar, got much-needed
albeit much despised help in Rivendell. We headed out from there, to repossess
our Kingdom from Smaug. Again we saw off goblins and orcs, with a little help
this time from the Eagles. And thus, with The Hobbit – An Unexpected Journey –
we are on our way. To a trilogy that is – however strangely – lagging LOTR – but
so far, and as one has grown to expect, equally fascinating, overwhelming, and
quite peerless in the world of movies. The unlikely combination of JRR
Tolkein and Peter Jackson have created an alternate reality for me, something
that I cannot quite put in the words of a bland little movie review
17.5/20
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