Today is Hobbit Day — the birthday of J.R.R. Tolkien’s beloved heroes, Bilbo and Frodo Baggins. I also happen to be a few months away from celebrating my own Hobbit Birthday, 33 and a third years young. So I foolishly thought, "I’ve avoided watching Peter Jackson’s The Hobbit movies until now. Maybe it’s time I gave them a chance."
Nine hours later, I feel as though I’ve aged another 33 and a third years. I’m older but none the wiser, doomed to wander the depths of Middle-earth full of sorrow, regret and troll spit chilli. Why did nobody warn me?
There are good movies, there are great movies, and then there are movies that deliver joy to every bone in your body. One Cut of the Dead is all of those and more.