I was greatly disappointed in the third part of Peter Jackson’s makeshift trilogy based on The Hobbit. The Battle of the Five Armies was mostly, to use Milton’s words, tedious havoc. It was two-and-a-half hours of killing orcs, with little story beyond that.
But here is what artists who aspire to the genre of fantasy need to realize: a good fantasy evokes a sense of wonder, of the numinous. Jackson’s version of The Lord of the Rings had that; his version of the Hobbit did not. Tolkien’s novels have that on virtually every page. [Read more...]