Well, this was pretty inevitable. After months of riding the roller coaster of excitement and dread, of agonizing over every decision Peter Jackson has made, my inner geek is kicking into high gear. I’m seriously considering going to a midnight show of The Hobbit: An Unexpected Journey tomorrow night.
But I’m not sure if it’s overwhelming anticipation or wanting to pull the band-aid off as quickly as possible and get the hurt over with. Most of the reviews I’ve read have come down on the “good but not Lord of the Rings good,” which, to be honest, really shouldn’t be that alarming. Matching the first trilogy was always going to be a tall order — one of the reasons I thought a single film was the better idea, to avoid that direct comparison — and if this only gets, say, 80% of the way there, it’s still going to be a fun, wondrous ride. But there’s still that nagging bit of worry, my own little Necromancer hiding out in Dol Guldur, and I guess I want to hurry up and see the film before that grows into something that affects my viewing.
The midnight idea could be a drawback though. Besides the bleary eyes come Friday morning, the very audience that would flock to a midnight showing of this film, that would be primed to love it, could very well be the most likely to turn on it if it’s not exactly what they expect. It’s probably me overthinking the whole thing, but I’d hate to sit there with the growing realization that not only was the audience slowly turning on the film, but that I’d have sacrificed a good night’s sleep to be a part of it.
I guess it’s the Christmas present conundrum: do you want to hurry up and know what you got, or have the fun of unwrapping the gifts come Christmas morning? The difference is, with this, I’d have people commenting on what they thought of my present all the way up until me getting it.
Clearly, this is the most important decision I’ll ever make. I guess I’ll sleep on it. Since, one way or another, I probably won’t tomorrow night.