Showing posts with label Peter Jackson. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Peter Jackson. Show all posts

Sunday, 23 April 2023

AN AUDIENCE WITH THE GREAT GOBLIN

 Brian Sibley speaks with Barry Humphries

 

‘Delusional, brutal, totally lacking in empathy and, above all, hideous; he is one of the most unpleasant characters to have ever inhabited the cinema screen.’

 

The celebrated Australian actor and comedian, Barry Humphries is discussing his portrayal of the Great Goblin, King of Goblin Town in the Misty Mountains where Thorin and the Dwarves are taken prisoner and held captive. ‘He is a gigantic and repulsive figure, and yet, one of great charm, dignity, and erudition. We realize that, underneath it all, he is probably a New Zealand intellectual, fallen upon hard times.’  

 

Recalling how he came to be involved in the project, Barry says: ‘I had a telephone call from someone called Peter Jackson. I was in London, where I sometimes live, and was busy, so I asked him to ring later. Then a penny dropped. I thought, “Could he be related to one of the most gifted people in the entire history of film?” He was and he asked me if I would like to be in his film of The Hobbit?’

 

It was an invitation not to be declined: ‘I immediately agreed,’ he says, ‘for a ridiculously small fee. But the money was not important, it was the opportunity to explore the thing that I like most in life and art: the grotesque. Normality has never interested me. I am drawn to the paranormal, the extraordinary, the bizarre and the outlandish.’


That is certainly borne out by his close association with Dame Edna Everage, housewife, investigative journalist, social anthropologist, talk-show host, swami, spin-doctor, Megastar, and Icon and Sir Les Patterson Australia's outspoken cultural attaché to the Court of St James’s. 

 

For Peter Jackson, having Barry Humphries in the cast was both thrilling and, in anticipation, a source of some apprehension: ‘I’ve been a fan of Barry’s for over thirty years,’ he says, ‘I’d seen Dame Edna’s shows in the West End and when she toured New Zealand, but it’s always a bit nerve-wracking when you meet people you admire for the first time because you don’t want your heroes to disappoint you. Of course, Barry turned out to be everything I’d dreamed he would be: the sweetest, kindest, good-natured, funny, man who does really great work.’

 

For Barry’s part, he was understandably keen to know what his character looked like: ‘Jackson showed me a little plastic figurine of such ugliness that I really thought it was a part they should get someone else to play: perhaps Dan Aykroyd or possibly Danny DeVito in a fat suit. But they explained that the new techniques would make it possible for me to be extremely large, to begin with, and to conform to the ugliness of the figurine. And I think we’ve achieved that. People will shrink in horror, but then – to use a modish expression – embrace the character.’  

 

Asked whether he had contributed to the screen realisation of the character, Barry says: ‘It is possible that I made a contribution. Lately, when I’ve looked in the mirror, I can see that they based it loosely on my own appearance. I’ve been a little worried, as the years go on – I’m now in the November of my life – by my double chins, which seem to be growing.’

 

The goblins’ brutally monstrous monarch is not only given voice by Barry Humphries, but was acted out by him in motion-capture, a process which he found both intriguing and baffling: ‘You get covered with dots – sort of white measles suddenly appear all over you – and these, apparently, attract little lasers or beams or something in the camera. If I were a twelve-year-old, I would understand all the technology of this movie, but as I’m not, I just go with the flow and enjoy myself.’

 

The actor was much impressed set built for the scenes featuring the Great Goblin: ‘The studio was filled with an amazing edifice. Because the Goblin King is a scavenger on a huge scale, his throne room is entirely constructed of rubbish: old timber, terrible skeletons and human remains. It’s a forensic paradise. Dwarves are his foe and he is a cannibal, so he’s very fond of having them in various culinary experiments. His horrible inner sanctum is filled with the skulls and bones and, sometimes, even the entrails of Dwarves to an extent previously unseen in movies. In fact, I know of no other film where the entrails of Dwarves are examined in such detail, so it’s an educational film.’

 

Of the throne itself, Barry notes: ‘There’s a hole in the seat, so it is both a throne and also a toilet. The Goblin King is, among other things, grossly incontinent so if he hears the call of nature it doesn’t need to interrupt his conversation and, from time to time, a beautifully crafted urn beneath the throne receives a compliment of matter from the Goblin King, generally speaking of ill-digested dwarf.’ 


Barry was particularly gratified to discover that the Great Goblin has a song to sing: ‘I’m convinced that it will be a huge hit,’ he says, ‘It will top the charts, as the young folk would express it. It could even go platinum. It is a song of extreme aggression: a hate-filled number, which children will enjoy and senior citizens will appreciate. It’s entirely about destruction, death, and torture. But I try to do it in a sympathetic way. I’ve tried, as a matter of fact, to bring out the loveable side of my character – although this attempt has been a total failure.’ 

 

Barry is no stranger to musical performance: he was Mr Sowerberry the undertaker in the original 1960 production of Oliver! and later played Fagin. However, singing for the Great Goblin proved challenging: ‘My character is tone deaf, and so I had to do what is an extremely difficult thing for a person like me, who sings beautifully – I had to sing it badly. Having to act and sing badly is difficult for someone who is in the November of his life.’  

 

Of the Great Goblin’s eventual demise, Barry says: ‘I’ve never been disemboweled before, but it’s a pretty nasty death, and I think one that will be greeted by audiences with joy, but also dismay to think that they won’t see the character again. But, you know, in works of imaginative fiction, people do die and are reborn. They’re not really dead. And to me, this is an indestructible character.’ 


The Hobbit began life as a children’s book, so an obvious question is whether or not it has been translated into a children’s film? Barry is adamant: ‘The Hobbit is a film for children in the sense that it’s scary moments are the scary moments kids enjoy. Some tests have been made on young children, and they have enjoyed it, though they have not slept a wink since and some of them have also developed nervous tics that, apparently, will never go away. Otherwise, yes, it’s a children’s film, and it is also, not – as is often cornily said – for “the young in heart”, but for those who appreciate extravagance and imagination: qualities lacking in almost every movie you ever see these days.’

 

As a final reflection on his foray into Middle-earth, Barry Humphries says, ‘There’s much in this film for audiences of all ages, but I think what people will enjoy the most is my appearance as the Great Goblin. Although, as the years pass, you’ll forget most of it, my performance will be evergreen in your memory.’

 


Thursday, 11 June 2015

THE COUNT AND I

I consider myself fortunate to have so many personal memories of the late Sir Christopher Lee – mainly through our joint association with The Lord of the Rings and The Hobbit film trilogies: a mere handful out of his astonishing 206 movie appearances...

We first met in 1973, when I was a guest of Peter Cushing at Pinewood Studio where he was filming Nothing But the Night with Diana Dors and Christopher Lee. I remember Peter introducing me to this imposing figure who was as austere and as intimidating as you might expect him to be from so many of his roles.

Not long after, my best friend and I (confirmed film nuts) bought tickets for a BAFTA award ceremony at the National Film Theatre and found ourselves sitting behind Christopher. Eager to impress my chum, I accosted the actor as we were getting up to leave the theatre and sought to remind him of our meeting at Pinewood. Of course, he had absolutely no recollection whatsoever of the occasion and I should have let it go at that, but – in a vain attempt to prolong the non-conversation – I stammered: 'So, how is Peter Cushing?' Raising his busy brows and giving me a withering look, he replied snappishly: 'We don't live together, you know.'

When, many years later, over lunch at my then London club, I plucked up the courage to recount this exchange, he was graciously penitent about the put-down. Another memory of that lunch was listening to Christopher, an exceptional linguist (who had just been quoting J R R Tolkien to me – in Elvish), conversing with the club's Cypriot maître d' in both Greek and Turkish. On that and other occasions, he shared his seemingly inexhaustible fund of anecdotes including personal memories of Tolkien and two other shared literary heroes, C S Lewis and M R James. 

One prickly encounter occurred at Cannes early in 2001, where the preview footage of The Fellowship of the Ring was being screened. I was showing the proofs of my first Official Movie Companion to members of the cast for them to check the biographical details. Having read the entry on himself, Christopher looked up, frowning: 'I don't believe I have actually played Dracula as many times as you say here.' Standing my ground, I replied: 'I think you did...' He glowered and, handing back the proof, said: 'Well, even I did, I don't think we need to say how many, do you?' So, of course, we didn't!

Then there was Dominic Monaghan's 26th birthday party (coinciding with the December 2002 premiere of The Two Towers) at an expensive restaurant in Paris. Cast and other talent were present and I was seated with WETA Workshop's Richard Taylor on one side and Christopher and his wife, Gitte, on the other. After the first two courses, Christopher and Gitte decided to slip away, in order to be rested for the following day's premiere exertions. Getting up from his seat, Christopher murmured: 'Settle up what we owe when the bill comes, there's a good fellow and I'll sort it with you tomorrow.' I had what was an anxious hour, uncertain whether – if I ordered desert and coffee – I would have enough euros for the Lees' dinners and my own! Mercifully, when the bill did arrive, it was instantly snaffled by producer Barrie Osborne, who paid for all present.

I spent a good number of hours interviewing Christopher for The Lord of the Rings DVD bonus discs, invariably getting into trouble from Gitte for keeping him too long in front of the camera; although, in truth, I was never to blame since, whenever I made an attempt to wrap the interview, Christopher would always embark on yet another round of stories. 

Our most memorable interview, however, was a remote one, via telephone. It was 2008 and David and I are having lunch in our local pub when my mobile rings. I answer and hear the familiar basso profundo tones: 'Is that Brian Sibley?'  

'Hello, Christopher.'

'How did you know it was me? I was disguising my voice!' 

He has just finished reading my biography of Peter Jackson in which PJ relates a story about directing Christopher's death scene as Saruman in The Return of the King. Pete had asked Christopher to give a great scream when Grima stabs him in the back, but Christopher had explained that somebody stabbed in the back would never cry out, but would simply give a sharp exhalation of breath. So, PJ wanted to know, how come Christopher knew this? The answer: because he had been in the Special Air Services (SAS).

'Peter,' says the voice on the phone, 'was incorrect in telling that because I was, in fact, in the SAS Reserve.'

I apologise: 'I should have checked with you...'

'It's alright,' he replies, 'I have spoken to the Head of the SAS this morning and explained the situation and that you are not to blame.'

I am then treated (not for the first time) to a detailed analysis of why Peter was wrong to have cut the aforementioned scene from the theatrical release of The Return of the King ('Saruman has been established as a nemesis for two movies and then simply disappears?!') This complaint, in turn, prompts a tirade about the fact that his recent appearance in Tim Burton's film of Stephen Sondheim's Sweeney Todd has also been cut. The intention had been for the film to begin with Christopher singing the musical's opening song, 'The Ballad of Sweeney Todd', which, in the stage show, establishes Todd's character and the narrative style.

'You know the number, I presume?' he enquires, but before I can reply he has launched into the song with great gusto. I thought to myself, I will never forget this moment: I am sitting in a pub, eating pie and mash, while Christopher Lee sings Sondheim to me down the phone!

He was, of course, noted for his idiosyncratic discography: from Mussorgsky's 'The Song of the Flea' to Frank Sinatra's 'My Way' – not forgetting his memorable Heavy Metal version of 'The Little Drummer Boy'! A pity then that the world at large was denied his screen rendition of the Sweeney Todd song, but I can hear it still...

That marathon telephone conversation (though it was more of a monologue than a conversation) ran for over an hour, until the 'low battery' warning on the phone was flashing with increasing rapidity. Just before finally defeating my Nokia's endurance levels, Christopher made a surprisingly unguarded comment about someone connected with The Lord of the Rings and, when I laughed, added sternly: 'And you will not repeat that, Brian Sibley, do you understand? Remember, I still have a number of very good friends in the SAS!'

Farewell, Christopher, the world is an immeasurably duller place for your passing...

Sir Christopher Frank Carandini Lee
(1922–2015)

Caricature by Bast

Saturday, 17 August 2013

EYE LINES

For all you hobbit-watchers and dragon-fanciers...

Here's a sneak preview of the cover of my forthcoming Official Movie Guide for The Hobbit: The Desolation of Smaug...


There's still three months until publication, but there's absolutely nothing to stop you from ordering it right now!

Sunday, 16 December 2012

KNOCK, KNOCK, WHO'S THERE...?

Thirteen Dwarves and a Wizard...


A secret mark on his round green front door is, for Bilbo, the confusing start to a bamboozling evening of Dwarvish mayhem and the beginning of an Unexpected – but long-awaited – Journey...

Yes, as you cannot fail to have noted: the first of Peter Jackson's trilogy of films, The Hobbit, is finally in the cinemas and packing in the denizens of modern-day Middle-earth in their droves!


Quite a few of the critics are carping: it's too long, too indulgent, too repetitive, too 'baggy' (well, it is about a Mr Baggins of Bag End!) and complaining that it bores from over-burdening a slight novel with an injection  of that sense of urgency and life-and-death drama that was an inherent quality of The Lord of the Rings but which is not an ingredient of Tolkien's first foray into Middle-earth.

The truth (as I see it) is that the critics would have carped whatever Peter Jackson had given us: if he had put the original book on film it would have been nothing more than an episodic series of exploits piled one on top of another without any driving narrative than a succession of dangerous encounters with weird and wonderful creatures. Tolkien's thirteen Dwarves are, for the most part, hardly fully-fleshed characters and the mission of Thorin and Company, as presented in the book, is hardly comparable with the struggle to save the world that later falls on Frodo Baggins.

Tolkien wanted to re-write The Hobbit to make it more closely integrated into his later discoveries of concerning the War of the Ring, just as he sought to make that story part of the much older mythology of Middle-earth that was The Silmarillion. For my money (although, actually, my ticket was free!), The Hobbit: An Unexpected Journey brings the story into a form that extends and adds to what is now the Rings film mythology. As a result, the Quest for Erebor has a deeper resonance that links it to the darker dangers encroaching on Middle-earth... 

Is the prologue too long? Not for me: like everyone, I was waiting for 'In a hole in the ground there lived a hobbit...' but the back-history of the Dwarvish kingdom of Erebor (dizzying vistas of carved stone halls and vast mining enterprises) and the coming of Smaug in a torrent of fire provides an exciting 007-type overture before the safe and secure bucolic beginings at Bag End. We are then permitted a brief opportunity to enjoy the familiar surroundings of the Shire while Bilbo is introduced to the the roistering company of Dwarves, before setting off into the wild, from which point on it's pretty much full speed ahead: trolls, orcs, Elves, stone giants, goblins, wargs and eagles until the cliff-hanger ending.

Performances are excellent: Martin Freeman perfectly capturing the fussy, pompous, worried, seemingly-ineffectual Bilbo and Richard Armitage providing a Thorin who has noble, kingly bearing, flawed by melancholy and unbending pride.


Thorin's troop of thirteen (a daunting challenge in terms of en masse characterisation) are distinct and separate personalities whom we gradually get to know while Sylvester McCoy's Radagast the Brown is a delightfully quirky addition to the ranks of wizardhood and an accessible conduit to understanding the rising menace of the Necromancer (aka Sauron) and the corruption which he is already bringing upon Middle-earth.


Ian McKellen is safely back as Gandalf the Grey in near-control of the goings-on: by turn wise, solemn, cantankerous and twinklingly mischievous.
And other familiar friends look in from time to time (Ian Holm as the older Bilbo with Elijah Wood's Frodo, and Cate Blanchett, Hugo Weaving and Christopher Lee as Galadriel, Elrond and Saruman) and, of course, Andy Serkis as the schizoid Gollum/Smeagol who ricochets between playful and homicidal and whose 'Riddles in the Dark' encounter with Bilbo is the plum prize of the whole show.


Talking of showmanship, there are inevitable moments where the Peter Jackson's Barnum-esque three-ring-circus strays perilously close to excess (and for some will be deemed to have overstepped the bounds of credulity) with hurtling falls survived without harm, Harold Lloyd danglings from vertiginous heights and extreme calamities avoided by beyond-miraculous serendipity; but Jackson in Middle-earth without the occasional roller-coaster ride would now be unthinkable.

There has been much talk about the alleged demerits of the film's 48fps format – most of it frankly Luddite nonsense that, I suspect, its critics will eventually come to regret and recant. I loved the hyper-reality it gave the film and the vividness and intensity of the imagery – especially when soaring over the stunning New Zealand landscape.


The 3D gives the film depth and immersiveness, heightening mood and enhancing the action with, happily, few those traditional poke-in-the-eye effects that crudely yank you out of the story.

J R R Tolkien's The Hobbit, is charming, delightful and filled with a joie de sprit, but in terms of the History of the Ring, it is little more than an accidental prelude. Peter Jackson's The Hobbit has all the inventiveness of the book set within the context of the formidable drama that begins within the pages of The Silmarillion and finds its resolution in The Lord of the Rings. The amalgamation of the intimate and the epic works its spell and, I believe, will continue to do so until, two years down the line, we have all been There and Back Again...

And, of course, you can read about the making of the film in this quite exceptional publication!!


To quote Starburst: The Hobbit: The Offical Movie Guide is detailed, pretty and a very nice size (size matters, in cases such as this). It does a great job of whetting the appetite for the forthcoming film and celebrating the minds behind it. To paraphrase a certain Smeagol - the preciousss is nice. Juicy. Scrumptiously crunchable. Well, maybe not that last bit. It is only a paperback, after all.

Wednesday, 14 November 2012

NEW BBC OUTRAGE!

As a veteran writer and broadcaster for the BBC for 37 years I was shocked and dismayed to find the on-line edition of Radio Times offering a gallery of 160 images which, by the sample given, appear – like others proliferating on the net – to have been scanned from my book!


Though not at my request, the images have now been removed, but is that enough? To my mind, someone should be sacked or asked to resign–––

Oh, yes, sorry, I forgot: there's no one left!

Before you add a comment: Yes, I know the BBC sold Radio Times to an independent publisher last year, but, as Newsnight might say, 'Why let facts get in the way of a good story?'!

LARGER THAN LIFE

It turns out that Gandalf (Sir Ian McKellen) and, by association, yours truly are currently very big up the Charing Cross Road!

This is the window of Foyles bookshop, London...


Personally, I can't imagine who is going buy a book that large – but then hobbit-fans are in a league of their own!

Photo: Foyles

Thursday, 8 November 2012

TREE AND LEAF

Just heard that there are some 106,000 English language copies of my Official Movie Guide out there waiting to be bought, plus over 232,000 copies of foreign co-editions: which sounds like rather a lot of trees have given up their lives in the interests of Hobbit fandom...

What would Treebeard say?

Many of those trees were my friends, creatures I had known from nut and acorn; many had voices of their own that are lost for ever now. And there are wastes of stump and bramble where once there were singing groves. I have been idle. I have let things slip. It must stop!
Maybe prospective readers with iPads might like to consider opting for the Apple iBooks edition: just £9.99 with some interactive features and an amazing level of added luminosity. Prospective purchasers of this version are recommended to read the book with their iPad in landscape mode (rather than portrait) in order to best appreciate the illustrations and the interactive features.



Also just published: the companion volume to my own book, The Hobbit: An Unexpected Journey – Visual Companion by my good friend Jude Fisher, who wrote three previous Visual Companions to coincide with The Lord of the Rings trilogy.


Crammed with more than 100 lavish colour photographs from the film, The Hobbit: Visual Companion features a brand new fold-out map charting Bilbo's journey from Bag End to Wilderland. It can be ordered here.

Anticipation is certainly building and, if you haven't caught up with them yet, here are the characters whose adventure we're all going to be following five weeks from now...


 















And, of course, my precioussss...


Illustration of Treebeard by Alan Lee

Friday, 21 September 2012

A LONG-EXPECTED PARTY

It's a day for celebration! Pass the mushrooms, please...


It's seventy-five years ago, today, since J R R Tolkien's The Hobbit was first published.

So, this is a good day to enjoy a 'second breakfast'...


 While you are enjoying your Second Breakfast, try and imagine what expectations Stanley Unwin, the book's original publisher, had for The Hobbit back in 1937. It was obviously a speculative venture – the initial print run was for 1,500 copies which, we now know, was ludicrously conservative.


The book's success was fairly instantaneous garnering excellent reviews including one by  C S Lewis in The Times:

The truth is that in this book a number of good things, never before united, have come together: a fund of humour, an understanding of children, and a happy fusion of the scholar's with the poet's grasp of mythology... The professor has the air of inventing nothing. He has studied trolls and dragons at first hand and describes them with that fidelity that is worth oceans of glib "originality." 

Now, 75 years on, we are about to witness a new interpretation of the story from Middle-earth's official filmmaker...

UPDATE:

Unfortunately, you can no longer watch the clip below because Warner Brothers, given the choice of seeing their new trailer for the movie go viral OR have it taken down from YouTube have–––– Yes! Had it removed! Home goal, Warners!

Never mind, if you still REALLY want to see it and (despite the above) I would if I were you... Try and watch it HERE!


And, whatever your reactions to the latest Jackson trailer, just be thankful (and this is a Disney aficionado writing) that, back in 1972, nothing came of the Disney Studio's attempts at a Hobbit film project from which these are recently revealed examples of preliminary artwork...


And, don't forget (if you in or near London) tonight's celebration of 'The Hobbit at 75' at the British Library...



Caricature of Tolkien by Vladymyr Lukash

Saturday, 1 September 2012

WIZARD COVER!

Here's a first glimpse of the cover for my 'Official Movie Guide' to The Hobbit: An Unexpected Journey...


The book will be published in the autumn in anticipation of the film's release on 14 December. Exciting, eh?

Wednesday, 8 August 2012

STANDING BY...

I am a bit anxious for Peter Jackson that, in extending his two-film Hobbit into a trilogy, he may need a bit of help filling a few roles on any necessary pick-ups if the original cast members are not available for extended contracts...

My good friend, Ian Smith (aka Irascian) recently uncovered these old photos of he and I trying out Gandalf's cart: it seems that whoever sits in Frodo's seat is magically shrunk to the size of a hobbit – which is obviously a damn sight easier than all those costly special effects!



Mind you, the photo was taken by Richard Taylor (the wizard of Weta Workshop) so everything may not be quite what it seems.

Anyway, if PJ has still got the cart, Ian and I are pretty much ready to roll...


(Incidentally, in case you missed his post, buttons the rabbit is also trying to get in on the act!)

Tuesday, 31 July 2012

CONCERNING HOBBITS, RINGS & THINGS

So –– rumour and speculation are over!

Yes, it's now official: Peter Jackson's  two-picture release of The Hobbit is to become a three-picture release; the prequel to Jackson's The Lord of the Rings trilogy is to be ––– another trilogy!


Those of us with a nose for such things expected nothing less!

What now remains to be seen is whether my two books on the making of the films will become three books or whether the second title (originally scheduled to coincide with the second movie) will now be delayed until the release of the third.

As this photo shows, I am not the only one with questions on my mind...


Bilbo checks his contract to see what it says about
the number of movies in which he's been engaged to appear

Meanwhile, I've been re-reading the passages in my book Peter Jackson: A Film-makers-Journey relating to the history behind the filming of The Lord of the Rings and, in doing so, I was reminded that, early on (long before Jackson and, indeed, long before even Ralph Bakshi), WALT DISNEY sought to obtain the film rights.

If The Hobbit had ever got beyond simply being on Uncle Walt's 'wish list', what would such a film have been like?

A possible answer is provided by




Saturday, 21 April 2012

PICKING UP GOOD HOBBITS

At long last the publishers, HarperCollins, have announced something of which I have been acutely aware for the past six months: that I'm busily writing the first of two Official Movie Guides to accompany the release of Peter Jackson films of The Hobbit.

Here – to parody Tolkien – is the Long-Expected Press Release.

Doubtless there will be more blog-posts as publication - like the lengthening shadow of Mordor – looms...

Also coming (and potentially very hobbit-forming) are The Lord of the Rings LEGO sets! What else...?


Here's the starter set: The Nine Walkers - The Fellowship of the Ring – as Tolkien could never have envisaged them!


What can one say....?

"We wants it, we needs it. Must have it, precious..."


Friday, 14 October 2011

MISHAPS IN MIDDLE-EARTH

Phew!!

What a week: I set off last Saturday on what proved to be (with check-in, in-transit and check-out times) a 30+ hour long journey from my London Bag End to the Wellington equivalent of the Lonely Mountain!

Then came the attack of my personal Smaug in the form of a nasty infection of the skin tissue in the left leg (cellulitus) probably triggered by the trauma from a rather nasty fall I took in London before I left...

In between meeting the brilliant artisans of Middle-earth (and encountering a baker's dozen of dwarves) I've been spending time worrying about my painfully swollen while sitting in doctor's surgeries, hospital waiting rooms and late-night pharmacies!

Mega-doses of antibiotics seem to be (to use a leg-orientated simile) 'kicking-in' at last and I am desperate to get myself feeling better, more mobile and focusing on the task of gathering information about the adventures of Mr Bilbo Baggins on his journey through Jacksonland, rather than on my personal status as one of Hobbiton's walking wounded!

So, what can I tell you of the wonders, miracles and delights that I have glimpsed over-hill and under-hill? Sadly, having signed a non-disclosure document – that gives Warner Bros more control over my immortal soul than Mephitopheles had over Dr Faustus –– I can tell you absolutely NOTHING! Other than that it's all looking pretty darn fantastic.

The newly acquired iPad has not (so far) yeilded all its promised potential and I'm incredibly frustrated to find that I can't upload photos to Blogger or flickr which is why this post is, uncharacteristically, lacking in illustrative embellishment!

Never mind, down here, I've two days of taking it easy while my host nation anticipates – with a mixture of elation and anxiety – Sunday's Rugby World Cup semi-final between NZ and Oz. Monday will either be a day of jubilation or deepest mourning!

By the way, I know it says 'Friday' on the top of this post but, down here, it's already Saturday. I could try to work out how to change the Time Zone setting on my Blogger account, but with iPad holding out on me, I'd probably end up losing the post or even deleting the blog!

Friday, 7 October 2011

THERE AND BACK AGAIN

Back in 2001, I had the great good fortune to fly to the Cannes Film Festival to witness the debut screening of the first few minutes of the highly anticipated footage from Peter Jackson's The Lord of the Rings: The Fellowship of the Ring.

One of the souvenirs of this event (which recently came to light in our fitfully-conducted clear-and-pack-to-move process) was a clay LOTR pipe and a leather pouch of – now rather dry – pipe-weed: possibly Old Toby but, more likely, Longbottom Leaf...

Pipeweed

That was ten years ago; later I made three trips to Wellington, New Zealand, to write about the making of that film and its sequels – along with a life of the Ring-Master, Peter Jackson.

Tomorrow, I will be heading off there again, this time to research the first of two books on the making of the double-film prequel, The Hobbit.

Can't wait to visit Bag End again! Just hope Bilbo's got a couple of bottles of Old Winyards laid down...

Bag End