I couldn’t agree more with this comparative analysis by DBS Film Society of Peter Jackson’s The Hobbit movies. It’s not just that Peter Jackson artificially broke up a children’s book into three bloated films, it’s that in doing so he emphasized the superficial over the substantial.
This is what Hollywood has always done in response to a popular, critically-acclaimed film: ape its most superficial qualities in the assumption that that was the key to its popularity. It’s a classic case of style over substance. But they’re mistaken. Samwise himself said it best: “…those are the stories that stayed with you, that meant something–even if you were too small to understand why.”
Brilliant and well worth the watch for any Tolkien fan.
Reading a Richard Morgan novel is like trying to find your way through a delightfully twisted hedge maze in the dark–if that hedge maze were the haunted remains of a long-dead race of demonic overlords jury-rigged into use as the headquarters of a robotic brothel and the dark was composed of the ectoplasmic innards of human history. It’s not your average piece of fiction, and the experience of reading it isn’t your average walk through your mother’s manicured garden. And let’s face it–if that’s what you were looking for, it’s unlikely you would ever have picked up a Richard Morgan novel in the first place.
If it’s not obvious from the paragraph above (and, in true Richard Morgan style, I like to think, it may not be), I’m a Richard Morgan fan. I haven’t read through his entire catalog (yet), but when I heard the author of Altered Carbon was trying his hand at epic fantasy, I happily started waving money in his general direction. He didn’t disappoint.