I'm going to see The Hobbit tonight. D's been wanting to see it since he heard it came out. This movie is two hours and forty-six minutes long. Not quite as long as Titanic (three hours and fourteen minutes)-a movie, by the way, that branded me a heartless bitch when I turned out to be the only woman who left the theater dry eyed. I was crying on the inside, okay! No, not really.
Anyhoo, The Hobbit is definitely long enough for me to take caution not to drink anything before the movie starts. I have a notoriously small bladder. Yes, this is going to be fun.
The things we do for love, eh?
I've heard the reviews for this movie were less than stellar, but I liked Lord of the Rings, so here's for hoping. When I come back, I'll be sure to tell you just how god-awful it was. Or how delightful. Or how sexy Bilbo Baggins' hairy feet are. I'll try not to do like I did for Sucker Punch and leave you hanging for an eternity like I did the last time. Because I know so many of you are biting your nails to the quick waiting for my next post...(insert awkward cricket noises here).
Anyhoo, The Hobbit is definitely long enough for me to take caution not to drink anything before the movie starts. I have a notoriously small bladder. Yes, this is going to be fun.
The things we do for love, eh?
I've heard the reviews for this movie were less than stellar, but I liked Lord of the Rings, so here's for hoping. When I come back, I'll be sure to tell you just how god-awful it was. Or how delightful. Or how sexy Bilbo Baggins' hairy feet are. I'll try not to do like I did for Sucker Punch and leave you hanging for an eternity like I did the last time. Because I know so many of you are biting your nails to the quick waiting for my next post...(insert awkward cricket noises here).
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