Yes, that’s right. The Hobbit: The Battle of the Five Armies.
And it surpassed anything I’ve ever watched.
The first ten minutes saw to the end of Benny’s Smaug, and it was a fitting end. (If it was any other movie with Benedict as a bad guy, I’d root for him to win, like I did with Star Trek, but for this movie … well, let’s just say that I like Jawn–excuse me, John–better than Sherlock. There’s not a big difference, mind you, but …
Anyhow, I loved every bit of the movie. I loved it when Dain came to help Thorin, riding on a … what? A pig?
I loved it when Galadriel actually did some fighting.
I loved it when Bard shot the black arrow that Bain (who I totally cheered for, he’s my namesake, after all) delivered to him, even though Bain almost died.
I loved it when Thranduil told Legolas to go off and find someone named Strider.
I loved it when Tauriel went against Thranduil to try and make him fight with the Dwarves.
I didn’t, however, love it when Fili, Kili, Thorin, Thranduil’s elk/caribou/reindeer/thing, Dain’s pig, and a lot of other people/dwarves/elves died.
THIS WAS THE WORST!
But other than that, that … did-d-d-n’t … aff-f-f-ec-t–me at … all!
: . . .(
And now, I’m fairly certain that Peter Jackson isn’t a human but a troll.