My annual movie this year was “Indiana Jones and the 13 Dwarves”, although they suckered me in by calling it, “The Hobbit”. 2013 may not have an annual movie...
LOL!
As a huge fan of the LOTR trilogy - the extended cut version only, though - I somehow knew The Hobbit - Part One: The Big Nothing - was likely to be a disaster, but my wife insisted we go see it for a rare trip to “the big screen.”
A recent flame-up in low back pain encouraged me, despite knowing the consequences, to take some Flexeril just before we left for the theater. I vaguely - very vaguely - recall some predictable schtick in the Bag End house, and some endless helicopter pans of very forgettable dwarves running along in low light. I think there was a dragon with a large eye in there somewhere as well. Not sure. Really didn’t care. I did, however, remember vividly my realization at the end, based on some sort of intuitive knowing, that this was a very worthless piece of dreck, and probably best viewed on such memory-distorting meds that, strangely, left me with a very clear and enjoyable memory of heavily buttered popcorn.
The Oscars? The old adage that 90% of everything is sh*t is probably a gross underestimate of Hollywood since the Sixties, but now the involvement of Obama and the spouse thing removes the “probably” from the equation.