Not a Nasty, Dirty, Wet Hole
Nor a Dry, Bare, Sandy Hole
A Hobbit-Hole, and That Means Comfort
a kindly review of There and Back Again: David Killstein’s fan edit of The Hobbit
by David Clemmer
In a hole in the ground, there lived a movie trilogy. It was a cumbersome, maladroit, swollen trilogy that blundered through its source and supplemental material like a warped creature that will starve to death unless it is fed giant leafy mountains of hundred-dollar bills. Like, it sucked ass and stuff.
One day, as the trilogy sat bloating on its front porch, it was approached and good morninged by a wizard named David Killstein, thereafter taken for a journey that would change the trilogy forever. It packed its stupid bags and put on its stupid coat and trudged its stupid feet down the path—not knowing whether it went toward its betterment, or its peril.