The Hobbit: Battle of the Five
Armies is an okay action movie
and a piss-poor showing as something which claims to be part of the
pedigree of The Lord of the Rings.
The movie has its bright points, but these are dwarfed (pun!) by
egregious choices of pacing, characterization, and overall content
which plague the movie. I'm not going to laud the good parts, because
the good parts stand on their own merits: most of the opening scene
with Smaug, the battle at Dol Goldur, much of the actual Battle of
the Five Armies, most any scene which involves Bilbo or Thorin.
But here's a pretty extensive list of
what the movie did wrong. There will be spoilers, obviously, as well
as crass language, because if nothing else I am sophisticated as
fuck.
1: EVERYTHING ABOUT ALFRID, EVER
Alfrid, the
cowardly toady to the Master of Laketown, receives more screentime,
lines, characterization, and overall attachment to the movie's
general plot than all of the following characters who also appeared
in this movie:
Bifor, Bofur,
Bombur, Oin, Gloin, Dori, Nori, Ori, Smaug, Beorn, Saruman,
Galadriel, Elrond, Radagast, Sauron, The Nine, The Master of
Laketown, Bard's Children, Dain
Aside from Dain,
I'm almost entirely certain that the majority, if not all, of the
characters comprising the laundry list of dwarves that appears before
the dragon do not have any lines of dialogue at all.
In terms of sheer
screentime, he also comes damn near to Azog and Bolg, who are the
movie's primary antagonists, and he certainly has more lines than
both of them, since they mostly just snarl and swing about outlandish
weapons. Now, a character like that might not at all be a bad choice
for a second-stringer. He's an everyman, not an unstoppable force of
nature protected by plot armor and good looks like Bard or every
named elf who ever existed. A character like that could give a great
bit of perspective on the problems facing the survivors of Smaug's
Laketown rampage.
The problem is
that Alfrid is not made out to be that character. His physical
appearance and role in the film is meant as a call back to
Wormtongue, a slimy, self-interested opportunist who cares only about
how he personally can benefit from every situation. There's no reason
for viewers to grow attached to him or to put a stake on the
situations in which he finds himself. And while Wormtongue's
appearances in The Lord of the Rings are treated with the gravity
which a scheming saboteur deserves, Alfrid is the comic relief in
this film. He is an inept, Snidely Whiplash wanna-be villian who is
an asshole to other people simply because he can,
not because he should.
And while bumbling, oafish dickheads have been a narrative staple for
centuries, one of two things will invariably happen to them. Either
they will:
1)
Learn and grow as an individual, either evolving into a serious,
canny antagonist or realizing the error of his ways and defecting to
the side of righteousness, which also carries with it an automatic
swelling of his INT and WIS scores .
OR
2)
Remain the same jackass character, but receiving right proper
comeuppance and reckoning by the plot's close.
Alfrid
does neither of those things, and he comes away from his
misadventures during the Battle of the Five Armies with only his
pride suffering permanent injury, not that he had much pride to begin
with, mind you. He shows a sort of low cunning early on when he
attempts to worm his way into Bard's good graces, but every other
character there is wise to his mechinations and keeps him at arm's
length. He is told to accomplish various mundane tasks necessary to
his protection and survival, tasks at which he fails miserably,
because Alfrid is apparently so stupid as to not realize he could
only stand to gain by at least putting on a veneer of affability and
at least trying to
pull his weight.
But,
instead, he does none of those things, and what's his karmic reward
at the end of the film? Dressing up as a woman, stuffing a comically
oversized brassiere full of what remains of Laketown's gold, and
skulking away from the titular battle without a scratch. Yes, this
inept asshole manages to evade not one, but two,
armies of orcs, one of which is thrust balls-deep into the ruins of
Dale where all the Laketown survivors have shacked up. To put insult
to injury, in the middle of this chaos and carnage, Alfrid's last
scene plays out over a couple of minutes and painfully reminds the
audience that talking is a free action.
Bard
has just fought off some steel plate-clad orcs in order to save his
children from their nefarious blades. The dwarves of Erebor, all
thirteen of them, have just sallied forth and their added presence to
an army of hundreds has turned the tide of battle. Bard rallies his
men, and some women (yes indeed, the women of Laketown take up
shovels and cudgels because, as one lady puts it, "Why should
the men be the only ones to die? We can swing weapons just as well as
they can!" This lip-service to gender equality rings hollow
after considering Alfrid's crossdressing is played for comedy, but at
least this gal knows what's what) and prepared for a push to link up
with the beleugered elves and dwarves. As this is happening, and CGI
orcs trundle about in the background of the shot accomplishing
nothing of importance, Bard takes note of Alfrid and his gold-filled
bra as the weasel tries making good on his escape. They have a talk
about Alfrid's perpetual cowardliness, and this greasy-haired,
bad-toothed fucker baldly admits that he always has been, and always
will be, an abject shithead. Rather than put an arrow in this guy, or
running him through, or doing anything
that would help balance this prick's scales of comeuppance, Bard does
this:
"Alfrid,
your slip is showing."
Then
turns his attention back to the nonthreatening CGI orcs in the
background. Alfrid, meanwhile, scurries over a small pile of rocks
and is never seen again.
Fuck
you, Alfrid, and fuck you, Peter Jackson.
2:
MILITARY TACTICS???, OR ELVES: WHAT A BUNCH OF ASSHOLES
As
is the norm, the elvish race gets its dick sucked so hard that's it's
a surprise and a wonder that it hasn't fallen off from lack of blood
flow. Legolas the physics-warping immortal will receive his own
section in a short while, but for right now let's just focus on the
elvish army led by their king, Thranduil. To their credit, the elves
provide succor to the hungry masses of Laketown and Lee Pace's acting
is as wonderful as ever in the role, a perfect blend of Machiavellian
cynicism and aloofness that perfectly captures the disdainful feeling
of noblesse oblige elves
have for the lesser races of Middle-Earth.
Thranduil
and his dire elk carve a path through the orcish ranks later on but I
can't be mad; authority equals asskicking, after all, and the
dwarvish general, Dain Ironfoot, wrecks untold amounts of orcish face
(in part with his
face, no less) in a manner so eerily similar to a high-level,
multiclassed fighter/monk from Dungeons and Dragons that the dungeon
master in me immediately committed to including a character of that
sort in my campaigns as soon as possible. The leaders of these two
armies are more or less at parity with one another upon the Ultimate
Badass Scale, and to be frank their combat shenanigans are far more
gratifying than those of Immortal God Legolas.
The
rest of the elvish
army, though, is as deserving of an unending series of cockpunches as
the poster of the average Youtube comment.
Okay,
so there's a glorious scene right after the introduction of Dain
Ironfoot, portrayed by Billy Connelly in a way so fucking masterful
that it made my asshole clench with joy. The first of the orc armies
has arrived on the field of battle and the dwarves, who had minutes
earlier been ready to fuck up all kinds of elf army, pivot their
forces to face the new threat. They craft a wall of riveted metal and
pikes in the orc army's path with precision and perfection that The
Clock King would be amazed, and the orcs, being orcs, charge right at
it. The anticipation of the moment the charge hits is tortuous and
every fiber of the viewer's being is invested in the moment the
thundrous crunch of metal and flesh hits the senses.
But,
seconds before the front ranks of orcs are to be transformed from
intact to perforated, the elvish armies leap over an
eight-foot high wall of impenetrable dwarvish steel using their
scimitars like Final Fantasy dragoons to impale the orcs before
dancing further into the clusterfuck without a care in the world.
All the aforementioned tactical precision, all the promise of payoff
for the viewer, evaporates because hup-dee-doo elvses are the
bestest!
See,
I get that elves have a superiority complex in Jackson's
Middle-Earth. They need to be the center of attention because, well,
they always have been; after all, they are favorite race of the Valar
and were intended from the beginning to be better than everybody
else. But as favored-by-the-gods as elves might be, they aren't
stupid. Prideful yes, entitled yes, dumb absolutely not. So why
do such a silly and short-sighted a thing as jump over an allied army
which is arrayed in a tactically advantageous position? Haven't the
elves constantly harped on the bloodlust and mortal frailty of the
other races? Why would they suddenly be possessed by a death-wish?
As
an addendum, the CGI for the elvish forces looks really
bad compared to the other armies, especially when they're doing
robotic formation shifts to allow Bard or Thranduil or other persons
of importance to pass through the ranks. It looked like and reminded
me (and not in a good way) of the movements of the titular Golden
Army from Hellboy 2: The Golden Army.
And that movie came out in like 2008. A carryover maybe from one of
Guillermo del Toro's script iterations for the film series?
Fuck
you, elves, and fuck you, Peter Jackson.
3:
IF THIS MOVIE WERE FINAL FANTASY TACTICS, LEGOLAS WOULD BE THUNDER
GOD CID
Okay,
so Legolas is in this movie again. He doesn't do very much of
anything relevant to the plot, but he's still inexplicably the most
important character after Thorin, Bilbo, Azog, and Gandalf (and he
has more screentime than the latter two, to boot). Gotta ride that
nostalgia train! Choo-choo!
Legolas
in The Desolation of Smaug
was an acceptable concession, a way to tie the prequel movies more
tightly to the film trilogy which predated them. He doesn't appear in
the original book, but he logically must have, since what else would
Legolas have been doing if not slumming around his dad's forest
realm? And, sure, he did some silly Legolasian action antics, but
those were fairly
tame. More video gamey than his deeds in Fellowship and
The Two Towers, but not as
patently absurd and gravity-defying as the shit he pulled in Return
of the King. He also didn't
overshadow too-too much of the main cast, including canon foreigner
Tauriel and her hamfisted romance arc.
In
Battle of the Five Armies,
forget all that shit. This Legolas, despite existing chronologically
before the tamer Legolas of the earlier movies, is Return
of the King Legolas with IDDQD
engaged. Here's a graph of Legolas' power level in the movies as the
order they were released:
Looks innocuous,
right? But when we plot this out based on the series' internal
chronology....
There
is no narrative reason for him to be so superpowered in this film.
That he discards this frightening level of competence, for no reason,
in time for Fellowship
is a shameful example of power seep and a gigantic middle finger to
the people who give half a shit about how chronology in a narrative
works.
Here
is a list of ways in which the character of Legolas defies common
sense, the general rules of good narration and continuity, and the
laws of physics:
He
teleports from Laketown to Mount Gundabad, a place which lies at the
far north end of the Misty Mountains, and back again just in time to
save the day, along with Tauriel. In Desolation,
Gandalf remarks that it is a journey of two hundred miles to swing
north around Mirkwood when the dwarves express apprehension about
plumbing its shady depths. The Misty Mountains lie some days to the
west of Mirkwood, which lies some distance west from Laketown and
Erebor. This could all be forgiven if some sense of the passage of
time were made, but the movie's pacing makes it seem as though
everything that is happening in the film takes place over the course
of around five days.
He
rides a bat half his size, at times inverting his body completely, by
holding onto the beast's legs as it flutters about. None of his
weapons, least of all his arrows, are dislodged. He kills it by
somehow rolling it over so that he is above
the bat, letting him stand on its body so his hands can be free to
nock and fire an arrow into its skull. He then drops dozens of feet
and lands on the top of a crumbling tower without any harm done to
him.
He
drives a troll with maces for legs by jamming his sword into the back
of its skull in a way that's clearly meant to be evocative of the way
he killed the cave troll in Fellowship,
except that scene was cool and not pointless and stupid.
He
outpaces the pull of gravity by leaping from stone to stone and using
something (momentum? Doubtful.) to swing his body to solid ground as
the tower on which he has been fighting Bolg for about fifteen
minutes begins collapsing. Though I will grant that the fight was
choreographed and done really well up until that point.
He
can inform his father via either telepathy or osmosis that he has
unresolved mommy issues. These problems are solved in the same breath
that Thranduil tells him to seek out Strider, son of Arathorn,
because we have to tie in more references to Lord of the
Rings! Keep in mind that Legolas
shows no sign of having met or known Aragorn in Fellowship.
Fuck
you, Legolas, and fuck you, Peter Jackson.
4:
LOVE ON THE BATTLEFIELD
I'm
not going to be That Guy and focus overmuch on the fact that this is
an elf-dwarf romance arc in a production set in Middle-Earth. I'm
judging this movie as the movie is, not on what the canon of the
books says it should be.
I
am, however, going to shit all over the elf-dwarf romance arc in this
production because it's fucking bad.
It exists for no reason other than to exist because some marketing
guy cynically determined that a love interest would put more asses
into seats and more money into the producers' pockets. It adds
nothing meaningful to the plot, adds little of lasting value to the
characters of Kili or Tauriel, and is so profoundly corny in its
execution that I just might have pulled something rolling my eyes so
hard.
I
think that maybe what Jackson et al were attempting was injecting a
Romeo and Juliet-esque
love story tragedy into the narrative. After all, Kili is doomed by
canon, and there's no way, no way,
that Peter Jackson would change Kili's ultimate fate. Not after
seeing the boundless nerdrage that erupted over excising the
comparatively minor character of Tom Bombadil from Fellowship.
This can work, but only if the
romance is between characters who have more dimensions than a sheet
of paper. There's no reason for a viewer to be invested in a
coming together of star-crossed asshole lovers when their respective
roles in the narrative are "the pretty-boy dwarf" and "the
only relevant female in the whole fucking sausagefest, who also
happens to be hot."
Their
initial falling-in-love in Desolation
was hackneyed and forced and somehow this love blossomed to the point
that Kili can shit quasi-poetic love serenades after the characters
see each other for only the fifth time in their lives.
Seriously, here are the times Kili and Tauriel see and interact with
each other over the course of Desolation and
Five Armies:
1:
The dwarves are captured by the elves after escaping the spiders in
Mirkwood. Kili flirts with her by equating his penis to a weapon.
Classy as fuck. Give this dwarf a monocle.
2:
Kili gives her a magic dwarf loverock in the dungeons and tells her a
groan-inducing sob story. This simultaneously manages to melt
Tauriel's heart and wet the crotch of her leather leggings.
3:
Tauriel assists the dwarves in escaping Mirkwood during the barrel
scene by murdering some orcs, though not as many orcs as Legolas.
4:
Tauriel appears in Laketown during Bolg's assault. She helps save
Kili's life by casting Neutralize Poison and murdering some orcs,
though not as many orcs as Legolas.
5:
In Five Armies, she
has a brief exchange with Kili before he passes on, after he is
stabbed by Bolg. Rather than allowing her to avenge her lover in a
way which might actually be too great a concession to a competent
female character and something
of a redemption of this tired romance arc, she gets her shit wrecked
trying to murder an orc, then Legolas cleans up for her fifteen
minutes later. She kisses Kili's corpse and chokes out a puerile
lamentation on how much love hurts. Thranduil further hamfists the
point of telling, rather than showing, actual, true
affection by coldly stating, and
I paraphrase, "It hurts so much because it is real."
That's
it. The best scene, in my opnion, is the one in Laketown when Tauriel
heals Kili's morgul-arrow wound, and if that
had been the jumping-off point for the romance, and if the writers
had managed to keep their heads out of their assholes, maybe that arc
might have paid off. She saves his life because she's genuinely a
good person, he is eminently thankful and, in dwarvish
fashion, pledges to repay his
life debt to her at any cost. They have some scenes together, get to
know one another as individuals instead of cliches, develop a
friendship, Kili dies, Tauriel can be legitimately sad. This is a
barebones, inarguably trite arc I've shit out over about three
minutes of thinking and writing, and still
a better love story than Twilight
The Hobbit.
Just because this iteration and style of love might have turned out
platonic doesn't make it any "less real." Sexual love isn't
the only kind of love. Christ, any writer who is thinking about
including a romance arc in his or her project should take the time to
read Plato's fucking Symposium.
Fuck
you, Kilriel or Taurili or whatever they call it shippers, and fuck
you, Peter Jackson.
5:
SMAUG
Smaug
is in the movie for about ten minutes at the very beginning, at which
point he is promptly offed by Bard using his son as a crossbow. I
don't think crossbows work that way. Wouldn't the pressure needed to
fire that bolt with as much force as was shown...oh, right, we can
forget physics when the plot demands.
I
firmly believe that the previous movie should have ended with Smaug's
rampage and death, but the opening stinger (seriously, Smaug is
exanimated before the movie's title appears) is a very nice scene
with one teensy caveat. I'm going to let this video clip from an
amazing 2004 film sum up my biggest problem with Smaug's scene:
Yup.
Smaug may claim to be wise and cunning, but when push comes to shove
he pulls the same tired villian crap as badguys from Silver Age comic
books and suffers for it. And the saddest part is that those opening
minutes are some of the tensest, best parts of the film; that and the
raid on Dol Goldur which happens around twenty minutes later.
Fuck
you, Smaug's role in this movie, and fuck you, Peter Jackson.
6:
THIS BEARS REPEATING
Beorn
is in the movie for about fifteen seconds. You read that right.
Here's a conversation I had with a friend online regarding the movie:
LIKE
OKAY THE EAGLES SHOW UP AND HE IS RIDING ON THEM JUST LIKE IN THE
BOOK AND HE JUMPS OFF AND BEARDROPS INTO A LEGION OF ORCS AND YOU'RE
THINKING "FUCK YES BEARPOCALYPSE!" BUT HERE'S WHAT HAPPENS
LET ME BREAK IT DOWN BY SECONDS:
1:
BEORN APPEARS ON SCREEN RIDING THE BACK OF AN EAGLE
2-3: BEORN JUMPS OFF BACK OF EAGLE IN MANFORM
4-6: BEORN CHANGES INTO A GIANT MFINGBEAR
7-10: GIANT MFING BEAR FALLS FROM A HEIGHT THAT WOULD KILL ANYTHING ELSE BUT IT'S OKAY BECAUSE "OMG EFFING EPIC BEARDROP
11-15: BEORN THE BEAR RUNS THROUGH SOME ARMORED ORCS, KNOCKING THEM ASIDE AND ROARING MAJESTICALLY
16: CUT AWAY TO LEGOLAS WHO HAS BEEN FIGHTING BOLG FOR LIKE 10 MINUTES NOW
2-3: BEORN JUMPS OFF BACK OF EAGLE IN MANFORM
4-6: BEORN CHANGES INTO A GIANT MFINGBEAR
7-10: GIANT MFING BEAR FALLS FROM A HEIGHT THAT WOULD KILL ANYTHING ELSE BUT IT'S OKAY BECAUSE "OMG EFFING EPIC BEARDROP
11-15: BEORN THE BEAR RUNS THROUGH SOME ARMORED ORCS, KNOCKING THEM ASIDE AND ROARING MAJESTICALLY
16: CUT AWAY TO LEGOLAS WHO HAS BEEN FIGHTING BOLG FOR LIKE 10 MINUTES NOW
And
that's it. That's Beorn's role in the movie. I understand his
presence is going to be expanded upon in the extended edition, but
there's a little problem I have with that.
Why
include him at all in
the theatrical cut if it's for fifteen seconds of inferred, offscreen
carnage? This shit, where a content provider creates the content but
teases it out in sloppy iterations, is exactly the same crap as
what's happening in video games nowadays. I'm not opposed to extended
editions of movies with added content, but if you're going to do
that, DON'T HALFASS YOUR PRODUCT BY SLOPPILY TEASING MORE
WILL EXIST DOWN THE ROAD JESUS SOCKFUCKING CHRIST.
I mean, they're only going to release the theatrical cut of the movie
in April, the special edition a few months after that. People are
going to eat that shit up, and the producers and studios know it.
Fuck
you, Beorn's "inclusion" in this movie, and fuck you, Peter
Jackson.
7:
NOCLIPPING, MAPHACK, AND GODMODE
There
is a certain measure of disbelief that should take place in an action
movie. This is because it is, well, a movie. Now, there's nothing
wrong with an action movie being stylized and exaggerated for
purposes of enthrallment, as long as it fits the tone and style of
the movie in question. The Matrix
did it really well. Pretty much any Zach Snyder film can do it too.
Fuck, even goddamned pingpong Yoda from the Star Wars
prequels is legit from a rules-of-that-universe standpoint.
The Lord of the
Rings and The Hobbit
are more firmly grounded in a conventional view of how physics and
momentum work than, say, a Bugs Bunny cartoon. For the most part,
things move really close to how things would in the real world.
Furthermore, most of the combat is fairly
realistic and the armies which clash with one another do so with
verisimilitude.
I
am curious, though, how a ragtag, untrained bunch of lightly armed,
unarmored displaced cityfolk are able to hold their own against a
legion of orcs in steel plate mail and fuckoff axes and spears and
swords who have been bred specifically for war. Orcish armor is worse
than useless, judging by the ease with which, say, a random teenaged
boy can lop off orcish heads and eviscerate innards with only a
shortsword. Looks like meat's back on the menu, boys!
I've
already covered Legolas' crimes against physics, but Azog pulls a
fucking dumb one at the end too. He and Thorin have been fighting for
some time on a frozen-over lake that exists because fuck you fighting
on a frozen lake is awesome reasons that's why. And it was
a pretty awesome fight. Thorin even won, mostly because Azog is a
stupid albino orc who attached a chunk of rubble the size of a
dwarf's body to a chain and swung that around. It was a good plan,
except for the part when he broke all the ice swinging it around like
an idiot, basically
killing himself in the same way that Mario defeats Bowser in Super
Mario Bros. 3. And since his
plan consisted solely of swinging that morningstar around, well....
So
Azog plummets into the icy depths and Thorin falls onto a solid
stretch of ice, exhausted from his battle. We see Azog's body
floating under the surface of the ice, his eyes closed. Thorin
watching him warily, gets up, follows Azog's drifting course, because
he's dumb.
Azog's
eyes open, he impales Thorin's foot with his stabby-arm, and then his
body crashes through the ice.
The actual
fuck???
This
is ice which took multiple blows from Azog's improvised morningstar
before breaking up. How on Middle-Earth did he get the necessary
leverage and force to break through a pane of frozen water many
inches thick?
Fuck
you Azog, and fuck you, Peter Jackson.
8:
THE OTHER SHIT
There
are other problems, but they're comparatively minor things. Where did the goats Thorin and Co. rode up to the fight
with Azog come from, and where did they go once they arrived up
there? Why was the choice made to brush aside all the closure
regarding the deaths of Thorin, Fili, and Kili, and to gloss over
that potentially amazing, emotional scene with Balin telling Bilbo,
"We'll feast and sing songs, and then lay them to rest,"
when the interrment of Thorin under Erebor is a pretty big deal in
the novel? What were the screenwriters thinking during the scene in
which they showed Thorin tripping balls and being swallowed by bad
CGI gold in his dragon-malaise, when up until that point Thorin's
paranoia and actions, and Bilbo's reactions to them, had been the
most enthralling of the movie's plotlines?
Fuck.
The Hobbit:
Battle of the Five Armies is not
a bad movie. It's not a waste of dollars to see it, especially if you
go into it with low expectations. Hell, I came out of the theater
with a higher opinion of it than I'd had going in. When the movie is
great, it really is great, and as you're watching the movie and
caught up in all the action, you almost fail to notice the little
things that don't add up, that keep the movie
from being great, rather than just individual scenes.
I
don't regret revisiting Middle-Earth, as they say, one last time, but
the Middle-Earth of 2014 is not the same Middle-Earth. The things
are there, names and objects and places, but their souls are lacking.
This movie, more than any other of the prequel trilogy, kicks aside
what makes Middle-Earth distinctly Middle-Earth, and instead
transports us into Dynasty Warriors
or Total War with a
Lord of the Rings mod
applied to it.
Fuck
you, Peter Jackson, and fuck you, Peter Jackson.