I finally had a chance to see The Hobbit: Desolation of Smaug yesterday. At the end of the movie, a voice asked in shock, “Is that the end?” It was quite a cliff-hanger! My brother asked me what I thought of the ending. “You better not complain,” he said, “Since that’s how all your readers feel!”
I had to laugh. Yes, I wished dearly that I could have simply pushed a button on a remote and started the third movie right then and there. But I appreciated the extra storyline and characters that went into making the Hobbit an epic trilogy in its own right, rather than just a short prequel. I loved bringing Legolas, Tauriel, and Killi into the story in a more meaningful way. The consequences of Bilbo using the Ring were made more clear, as was the budding danger of the Necromancer, and the folly of the squabbling dwarves, elves and men.
In short, it can be at least said in my defense that I am not a hypocrite. I write the same kind of stories I enjoy reading–and watching. I would rather spend more time in a richly developed world, and add wonderful characters and spectacle fight scenes, than rush along for the sake of fitting everything into two hours. (For those who want that version of the Hobbit, I direct you to the cartoon made some years ago.) Even if the price is a cliff-hanger.
See, I can be mature about these things…
Haahahahahah. Who am I fooling? I want the third movie now. Now! NOOOOOWWWWWWW!