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OMFG are we there yet?
Is anybody else as tired of the whole pissy "PJ ruined LOTR!" whining as I am?
Jesus, people. It's one version of the book. One. Guy's. Version. (Well, him and the other 10,000 people who worked on it, but you know what I'm saying.)
It's over. Done. In the can. Finis.
Doubtless at some point some other studio will look back, see how much it made, and decide to do a remake. Which will be made by Some Other Guy. Who will also make changes to the story. Which you will also undoubtedly whine and piss and moan about, and make yourselves miserable over (not to mention those of us who got over any possible qualms about three years ago).
And guess what? The books will still be there. Right there. No, not there...over there. On your shelf. Where you've been keeping them for years, remember?
Remember the books? The version of the story that you've supposedly been so in love with for so long? What happened to them, exactly? When did whining and pissing about the films become so much more interesting than reading that story you love so much? If you don't like the films, just forget about them. Leave them by the wayside. Nobody is forcing you to watch them, talk about them, or even think about them. That's your choice. Try going back to the book, and let the whole film thing go.
It's been a couple of months now that people have been bitching and pissing about PJ doing the Hobbit film. People who declared that PJ was OMGRUININGLOTR!!!!! have now turned around and are demanding that he make the film. (So that they can then go back to excoriating him about how he fucked up again, of course.) Other people are taking the whole issue as an excuse to trot out all the old tired arguments about what a whoremeister PJ is and how he doesn't know what he's doing blahblahblahyakyakyak and another round of the Let's All Prove Our Ignorance Of Filmmaking Tango.
I'm sorry, but this is just so sophomoric and childish. They're movies, for gods' sakes. Movies are some of the most disposable, unimportant commodities produced in the world. Why would anyone go on and on about something like this? What is the friggin' POINT of drudging this crap up again and again, I'd like to know?
If you don't like the idea of what PJ might or might not do to The Hobbit, there is a very convenient and useful method of dealing with the possiblity of disappointment. Get a pad and paper, because you're going to want to write this down. Go ahead, I'll wait.
Ready? OK, here goes:
Don't go see it.
That's it. Very simple, actually. After all, if you saw an advertisement for any other film made by a filmmaker you didn't like whom you "know" is crap, you wouldn't go, would you? You'd roll your eyes and say, "Yeah, right, like I'm gonna blow ten dollars on THAT." Perfectly logical. So why not do it with this one?
See, that's what I do when I know something will make me crazy and piss me off and disappoint me: I don't go see it. I never went to see Mel Gibson's snuff movie, even though I've seen just about every other version of that story that's been made (bit of a hobby of mine), because I knew I'd hate it. So I didn't subject myself to it. I CERTAINLY didn't go see that horrifying film version of Stuart Little (a book I was in love with long before I'd ever heard of Tolkien), because after seeing the trailer, I knew the movie would make me want to hunt down the filmmakers, rip out their hearts and show them the bleeding ventricles before I made the bastards choke to death on them. So I didn't force myself to sit through something that would doubtless induce nausea for me. Neither of those were huge decisions on my part, but it certainly seems to be impossible for some people to make when it comes to LOTR. Fine! You want to make yourself nuts, go for it. But do you have to go on and on about it like a Jack Russell with a rubber bone? Christ on a cracker, leave it alone, already!
/exasperation
Jesus, people. It's one version of the book. One. Guy's. Version. (Well, him and the other 10,000 people who worked on it, but you know what I'm saying.)
It's over. Done. In the can. Finis.
Doubtless at some point some other studio will look back, see how much it made, and decide to do a remake. Which will be made by Some Other Guy. Who will also make changes to the story. Which you will also undoubtedly whine and piss and moan about, and make yourselves miserable over (not to mention those of us who got over any possible qualms about three years ago).
And guess what? The books will still be there. Right there. No, not there...over there. On your shelf. Where you've been keeping them for years, remember?
Remember the books? The version of the story that you've supposedly been so in love with for so long? What happened to them, exactly? When did whining and pissing about the films become so much more interesting than reading that story you love so much? If you don't like the films, just forget about them. Leave them by the wayside. Nobody is forcing you to watch them, talk about them, or even think about them. That's your choice. Try going back to the book, and let the whole film thing go.
It's been a couple of months now that people have been bitching and pissing about PJ doing the Hobbit film. People who declared that PJ was OMGRUININGLOTR!!!!! have now turned around and are demanding that he make the film. (So that they can then go back to excoriating him about how he fucked up again, of course.) Other people are taking the whole issue as an excuse to trot out all the old tired arguments about what a whoremeister PJ is and how he doesn't know what he's doing blahblahblahyakyakyak and another round of the Let's All Prove Our Ignorance Of Filmmaking Tango.
I'm sorry, but this is just so sophomoric and childish. They're movies, for gods' sakes. Movies are some of the most disposable, unimportant commodities produced in the world. Why would anyone go on and on about something like this? What is the friggin' POINT of drudging this crap up again and again, I'd like to know?
If you don't like the idea of what PJ might or might not do to The Hobbit, there is a very convenient and useful method of dealing with the possiblity of disappointment. Get a pad and paper, because you're going to want to write this down. Go ahead, I'll wait.
Ready? OK, here goes:
Don't go see it.
That's it. Very simple, actually. After all, if you saw an advertisement for any other film made by a filmmaker you didn't like whom you "know" is crap, you wouldn't go, would you? You'd roll your eyes and say, "Yeah, right, like I'm gonna blow ten dollars on THAT." Perfectly logical. So why not do it with this one?
See, that's what I do when I know something will make me crazy and piss me off and disappoint me: I don't go see it. I never went to see Mel Gibson's snuff movie, even though I've seen just about every other version of that story that's been made (bit of a hobby of mine), because I knew I'd hate it. So I didn't subject myself to it. I CERTAINLY didn't go see that horrifying film version of Stuart Little (a book I was in love with long before I'd ever heard of Tolkien), because after seeing the trailer, I knew the movie would make me want to hunt down the filmmakers, rip out their hearts and show them the bleeding ventricles before I made the bastards choke to death on them. So I didn't force myself to sit through something that would doubtless induce nausea for me. Neither of those were huge decisions on my part, but it certainly seems to be impossible for some people to make when it comes to LOTR. Fine! You want to make yourself nuts, go for it. But do you have to go on and on about it like a Jack Russell with a rubber bone? Christ on a cracker, leave it alone, already!
/exasperation