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starring Ian McKellen, Martin Freeman, Richard Armitage, Orlando Bloom
screenplay by Fran Walsh & Philippa Boyens & Peter Jackson & Guillermo del Toro, based on the novel by J.R.R. Tolkien
directed by Peter Jackson
by Angelo Muredda And so arrives Peter Jackson's The Hobbit: The Desolation of Smaug (hereafter Hobbit 2), landing at its appointed hour a year after its predecessor's mixed debut like a job application received after the position has already been quietly filled. While middle entries in trilogies are always awkward stepchildren, Hobbit 2 is a very special problem case: It consists of roughly the midsection of J.R.R. Tolkien's fleet fantasy book for children, cracked open and fattened with multi-coloured Post-it notes until the spine can bear no more. Here at last, then, we have the week-old meat of the only Hobbit adaptation Jackson could deliver, having spent a decade steering comically overextended editions of the Lord of the Rings trilogy, a 3-hour version of King Kong, and a wrongheaded interpretation of The Lovely Bones as a Nintendo-ready CG light show.
When last we saw poor Bilbo (Martin Freeman) and his less-than-merry band of diasporic, vaguely Semitic dwarves (an allegory Jackson still does not have the stuff to lean on all the way), they'd just survived an unfortunate encounter with the Great Goblin. It's onward, then, to the Lonely Mountain, where would-be dwarf king Thorin (Richard Armitage, with a beard full of gravitas) hopes to reclaim his people's birthright from the dreaded Smaug (voiced by the approximately two-note Benedict Cumberbatch). Smaug, of course, is not a cloud but a dragon we briefly saw stirring in his bedchamber last time out and now find fast asleep over a heap of gold, apparently as unfazed by the events of Hobbit 1 as the rest of us were. So lackadaisical is the journey that Gandalf (Ian McKellen) has found time to split from the pack to star in his own half-hearted detective story, an investigation into the origins of the gloomy Necromancer (whose hisses and roars belong to Cumberbatch as well), while elf-archer Legolas (Orlando Bloom) shadows the company and his would-be bride, a warrior and guard named Tauriel (Evangeline Lilly).
If there's a key to what's wrong with this unduly-bloated middle chapter, it's Legolas, unseen in the book and best kept that way, despite the curious jolt we feel upon noticing that the slightly rumpled and thickened Bloom, in the years since The Return of the King, has aged into a doppelgänger for Jason Isaacs's Malfoy patriarch. Legolas's appearances in the Lord of the Rings saga were as sure a sign of narrative deadweight as any, a restroom-break signal to anyone who'd already his or her fill of arrows fired into Orc backs and faces. Further to that thankless function (dutifully served here once again), Jackson now asks that Legolas also play puppy dog, yearning for the dishwater-dull new character of Tauriel as she pursues a dwarf she loves, just as the angels dote on their pet humans in Wings of Desire. Lilly can hardly be blamed for Tauriel's flat surrogacy of the Rings trilogy's almost-as-vacant Arwen: everyone simply does what they can with the nothing they're given, a stack of supplementary material added to justify the need for a trilogy.
And what of the Hobbit or the dragon that lend the film its respective title and subtitle? What of the dwarf king? A distressingly ill-proportioned movie that seems desperate to be about anything other than its actual story, Hobbit 2 fleetingly comes to life whenever it remembers its ostensible subject, the sorry company's encounter with Smaug en route to the unlikely dwarf renaissance. Perhaps owing to the actors' existing rapport on "Sherlock", Bilbo and Smaug's tête-à-tête is modestly enjoyable, the stuff of a loquacious fantasy novel packed with riddles rather than the sword and sorcery drudgery with which Jackson is obviously more comfortable. There's so little of Bilbo, though, that the film's gestures to its long-forgotten conceit--that the smallest of us may yet be capable of the greatest feats--are more insulting than comforting. When Howard Shore's familiar theme from the Shire is cued as an elder dwarf notes, channelling Gandalf's dozen or so pep talks to Frodo in the Rings trilogy, that hobbits really are courageous things, one imagines Jackson shrugging behind the camera, silently mouthing, "I guess." Originally published: December 12, 2013.
THE BLU-RAY DISC
by Bill Chambers Warner brings The Hobbit: The Desolation of Smaug to Blu-ray and Blu-ray 3D; this review refers to the former. Owing to a mid-trilogy convention of going dark, the 2.40:1, 1080p transfer is dimmer and more muted than that of its predecessor and thus not quite so crystalline, although it retains a grainless gloss that is both impressive and hollow, often simultaneously. The image glides along the optic nerve as if coated in petroleum jelly, and it should be said that the digital stuntmen and heavy compositing can be more conspicuous on the small screen, with combinations of the two sometimes producing an odd fridge-magnet effect when the elves and orcs really go at it. Obviously the GoPro footage during the barrel run is rife with pixels, but it doesn't look as bad as it did in IMAX. The accompanying 7.1 DTS-HD MA track is loud and voluptuous. Apparently some found the previous film's bass wanting on Blu-ray (I didn't, that I can recall); Smaug's guttural tones alone sated my lower-frequency jones, and once the movie ended I felt like the neighbours had finally turned off a jackhammer.
Michael Pellerin's two-part "Peter Invites You to the Set" (41 mins., HD) isn't as personal as it sounds--this is in fact a behind-the-scenes featurette very similar to the one on the John Carter Blu-ray, as the production's gruelling makeup process serves as an introduction, throughline, and bookend to the piece. Jackson appears but not in a hosting capacity. Mostly he's seen flitting between the various soundstages and art departments, which run on a 24-hour clock thanks to separate day and night crews. Don't expect to be edified, though it sure looks like fun, making these movies, what with all the birthday parties, games of "nine square," and Friday raffles. If only that good time manifested itself in a less enervating movie. "Live Event: In the Cutting Room" (38 mins., HD), moderated by cast member Jed Brophy ("Nori"), is a strange beast in that it doesn't seem exactly live, and a Twitter ticker of questions for Peter Jackson scrolls throughout without a single one of them ever being acknowledged. (The usernames--"nerdgirlxx"? Really?--are also kind of dubious.) I liked the tour of the hallway leading to the editing room best, as it's dressed with mouth-watering "six-sheets" for James Bond movies. Jackson, by the way, is fat again.
Four HiDef "Production Videos"--technically parts 11 through 14 of an ongoing documentary epic, again directed by Pellerin--total 37 minutes and revolve around a 2013 pick-ups shoot as well as mixing and scoring sessions for Hobbit 2. Howard Shore doesn't even show up for the orchestration anymore, he just sits in his New York mansion composing themes that are turned into the sound of screaming toddlers on an airplane by Wellington's finest musicians. At least we find out why Orlando Bloom's eyes are suddenly so blue. (Spoiler: contacts.) Rounding out this second disc of supplements, the YouTube-ish video for Ed Sheeran's "I See Fire" is joined by three trailers for The Hobbit: The Desolation of Smaug, three for The Hobbit: An Unexpected Journey's Extended Edition, and one each for The Hobbit LEGO and The Hobbit: Kingdoms of Middle-Earth videogames, all in HD. The keepcase additionally houses DVD and downloadable copies of the film.