Cate Blanchett don't look 43, I'll tell you what. I need pointy ears. Wait, I'll do an illustration for effect. (Why? Why the hell not? It's my blog and I'm feeling frisky.)
here. It's got the character's biography, history, personal likes and dislikes, and whether she likes to dance nekkid in the rain after drinking pina colodas. Well, maybe not that much information.)
(Who has three initials before their last name? Really? J. R. R. Tolkien? Why not J. R. R. R. Tolkien? Uh-oh, I may have offended the die hard Tolkieniens. Sorry. All in Fat Woman fun.)
Our daughter, Cressy, watched The Hobbit preview, with interest. I don't think she was into that much but she giggled when the Gollum started in with "My precious," at the end of the preview. She leaned over to me and said, "He's got a funny voice, Mama." This was followed by a titter. I'm pretty sure Cressy won't won't to sit through a nearly three hour movie no matter how funky the Gollum's voice is.
Which leads me to this realization which I noted when I looked at how to spell Cate Blanchett's name correctly in imdb.com.
It's pro/con news depending on how folks view it. For me, it's con. I do not like it. It's Hollywood trying to gouge us and I feel used. (Kind of like how everyone feels after the November election. I'm sure you can relate. "They made promises. They MADE promises. I feel like I have to go take a shower.") Okay, brace yourselves, middle aged nerds on the edge of your seats in the basement...
The Hobbit will be in...three parts. THREE FRIGGING PARTS!
Oh, Peter. Peter. Peter. I'm sending email to your mama about your behavior. (For those of you who haven't figured this dilemma out, that means we have to wait three years to see all three parts. Three years. Peter Jackson has obviously been talking with George Lucas. Those bastards.)
Anyway, I'm counting the days down until December 14th. Who's in?