I wasn't particularly excited about The Hobbit. If we're being really honest, I'd been sort of down about the whole endeavor. It was one thing when the film was just supposed to be one storybook sized film, quite another when Peter Jackson ballooned the novel out to a three film stretch. J.R.R. Tolkien's book is, of course, one for children. Compared to its semi-sequel trilogy The Lord of the Rings, it's a relatively loose, frothy, fairy story adventure; one that does not need the nine or so hours of screen time it's about to get in a time-released delay between now and the end of 2014. Yet, the decision has been made. We have two films to go to complete this Unexpected Journey. Whether you read the split as a money grab or buy into it as a labor of love, my problem with the division has shifted in the last week. Where before I'd been annoyed it would take as many films to round out the simplest book as it did the trilogy, now I'm just pissed off I have to wait until 2014 to finish the goddamn story.