Not only is The Hobbit’s near three-hour running time a butt-buster, but according to several press reports, the cutting edge 3D is making some audience members sick to their stomachs. Director Peter Jackson shot the film at the unusually high speed of 48 frames per second, twice the standard 24 fps. This increased speed in the 3D format apparently induced motion sickness as well as headaches in certain audience members during the film’s New Zealand premier.
The Daily Mail reports that U.K.’s Sunday Times quoted one Ringaling who flew to New Zealand from Australia for the November 28 world premiere as saying, “My eyes cannot take everything in, it’s dizzying, now I have a migraine.” Another fan tweeted: “It works for the big snowy mountains, but in close-ups the pictures strobes. I left loving the movie but feeling sick.”
Most viewers will be unaffected, but if you’ve previously experienced any physical discomfort with 3D, see the 2D version instead—or bring Dramamine. And whatever you do, don’t cram one of Denny’s Hobbit-themed meals down your gullet before seeing the film, or you may end up tossing your Hobbit Hole Breakfast or Ring Burger (no wonder the Tolkien estate is suing everybody) onto your lap.
Honestly, the countless hordes that loved Rings are so hot for this film that audience members could drop dead when the end credits roll and there’d still be a line to get in stretching to the equator. Barfo Baggins rules!
Devotees of the eclectic Alan Moore and Kevin O’Neill’s League of Extraordinary Gentleman will be thrilled to know that they are returning to that series—kinda—with next February’s release of Nemo: Heart of Ice. The 56-page full-color hardcover graphic novel (ISBN 9781603092746. $14.95) will be copublished by Top Shelf & Knockabout. Here’s the description—note there are spoilers!!!
“It’s 1925, 15 long years since Janni Dakkar first tried to escape the legacy of her dying science-pirate father, only to accept her destiny as the new Nemo, captain of the legendary Nautilus. Now, tired of her unending spree of plunder and destruction, Janni launches a grand expedition to surpass her father’s greatest failure: the exploration of Antarctica. Hot on her frozen trail are a trio of genius inventors, hired by an influential publishing tycoon to retrieve the plundered valuables of an African queen. It’s a deadly race to the bottom of the world—an uncharted land of wonder and horror where time is broken and the mountains bring madness. Jules Verne meets H.P. Lovecraft in the unforgettable final showdown, lost in the living, beating, and appallingly inhuman Heart of Ice.”
Boldly Into Darkness
The trailer for Into Darkness, next year’s installation in the Star Trek reboot, has hit the web. The effects look fab, so cross your fingers that this is more than space fluff.
A Poke in the Eye
Here’s another piece of many people’s childhoods going down the crapper: The Huffington Post reports that Topps Inc., which owns Bazooka Gum, plans on eliminating the comics featuring Bazooka Joe, Mort, and the gang that appears inside the wrapper and replace them with puzzles and brain teasers. The comics were dreadful and no one has ever figured out why Joe only has one eye or why the neck of Mort’s sweater covers half his face, but come on! The gum still is as hard as concrete and has enough sugar to give a rhino a rush, so it’s not like dropping the comics is likely to boost business. Corporate tomfoolery.
Always Check Your Luggage
As November was rolling into December last week, and I hadn’t advanced the calendar, I forgot to mention that it was the 90th anniversary of Hadley Hemingway’s suitcase being swiped at the Gare de Lyon station in Paris as she was waiting for a train to Switzerland to meet her husband for some skiing. It wouldn’t be significant except for the fact that inside the luggage with her clothes were all the manuscripts (including the carbons) for Ernesto’s unpublished stories—YIKES!
When she told him, he took the first train back to Paris and tore up their apartment looking in vain for other copies. One MS had fallen behind a dresser and was salvaged. Although innocent, she couldn’t have done anything worse if she had stabbed him. It was the beginning of the end of their marriage. My guess is—and it’s nothing more—that he rewrote the stories and the world hasn’t been denied Hemingway shorts because of some cheap crook. He said that he didn’t, but I’ve always assumed he was lying since he liked to be dramatic.
GF birthday wishes to Joseph Conrad (Dec. 3 1857) and Willa Cather (Dec. 7, 1873). Lastly, Mozart, in the throes of finishing his great requiem mass, died December 5, 1791. His last words to his assistant supposedly were, “I told you I was writing this for myself.” Also on December 5, that black shadow over our nation known as Prohibition ended in 1933. And a moment of silence for all those killed at Pearl Harbor 71 years ago.
So, this weekend, pour yourself a drink, listen to Mozart, chew gum, and read Hemingway. But, as always, get your geek on, baby!