I know that this somewhat snarky Slate review of the Hobbit was probably meant to infuriate me:
…a moment when the dwarves, gathered around the fire on the eve of their departure, spontaneously burst into a ballad of longing for their lost homeland. Truth be told, I kind of enjoyed the solemn melancholy of that dwarf ballad, but did it need to contain so many stanzas?
Fortunately, I can chuckle about it. Largely because Peter Jackson made this movie for me, me, ME! – and it’s already brought in $123M domestic in eight days*; so go chew some cram, haters. Don’t worry if you don’t know what cram is; Peter will be happy to show you. And make jokes about it that will have me rolling in the aisle, at least.
PS: For the record, the poem in question was drastically cut down in length for the film. And, yeah, I was disappointed by that.
*Translation: “He’s going to get away with it.”