Our journey to make The Hobbit Trilogy has been in some ways like Bilbo’s own, with hidden paths revealing their secrets to us as we’ve gone along. “There and Back Again” felt like the right name for the second of a two film telling of the quest to reclaim Erebor, when Bilbo’s arrival there, and departure, were both contained within the second film. But with three movies, it suddenly felt misplaced—after all, Bilbo has already arrived “there” in the “Desolation of Smaug”.
When we did the premiere trip late last year, I had a quiet conversation with the studio about the idea of revisiting the title. We decided to keep an open mind until a cut of the film was ready to look at. We reached that point last week, and after viewing the movie, we all agreed there is now one title that feels completely appropriate.
And so: “The Hobbit: The Battle of the Five Armies” it is.
As Professor Tolkien intended, “There and Back Again” encompasses Bilbo’s entire adventure, so don’t be surprised if you see it used on a future box-set of all three movies.
Before then however, we have a film to finish, and much to share with you. It’s been a nice quiet time for us—Jabez and I happily editing away in a dark cave in Wellington—but those halcyon days are quickly coming to an end. It will soon be time to step into the light. Expect to see and hear much about The Hobbit: The Battle of the Five Armies in the coming months.
And there’s also The Hobbit: The Desolation of Smaug Extended Cut, which we’re in the process of finishing, with over 25 mins of new scenes, all scored with original music composed by Howard Shore.
It’ll be a fun year!
a moving sea. (deancas, season 9 au, souls) (ao3)
Dean finds him standing in front of the bathroom mirror, shirtless and stock-still and staring at his own reflection, a clouded blur where he’s wiped the steam away with his hands. He doesn’t seem to have heard Dean come down the hall. He doesn’t seem to notice Dean now, close behind the open bathroom door, caught by the bare skin of Castiel’s shoulders: suddenly breathing quietly through his nose and trying not to make a sound. And even though it’s maybe weird, it’s maybe rude, to stand there and watch somebody look at themselves in the mirror, even if they are your- whatever they are, Dean does it anyway.
Castiel leans closer and then leans back. He puts his nose almost to the surface of the mirror and then he tugs at his eyes, his cheeks, his mouth, with the tips of his fingers; draws the skin tight and lets it slacken, opens his mouth in what ought to be a smile but isn’t, baring his teeth. He lifts up the fringe plastered down on his forehead, smooths it back against his scalp. Pushes his ears forward and lets them go. He stands there for a long minute and just stares silently, motionless, still. Waiting for something.
Nothing happens, except that Dean catches the edge of his toe on the door frame.
How to know which boy you like:
1. Get very drunk
2. You will cry about the boy you like
Apparently the boy I like is pasta. This comes as no surprise.
JAMES POTTER WAS A MUTHA FUCKIN CHASERRR.
It must be exciting to flit from one camp to the next, serving whichever Lord or Lady you fancy.