Just got back from seeing it in 3D (only show available). I disliked the first movie, liked the second one… and this one fell somewhere in between. It was about as good as you might expect, and better than you might hope for given that it’s a two-and-a-half hour movie based on like 30 pages in a 150-page book.
Really, the movie is like 45 minutes of dialog and just under two hours of CGI-combat. The highlight of the movie (oddly) might have been the first ten minutes in which poor Cumberbatch the Dragon tries to go out to a barbeque and is mercilessly slaughtered by a random schnook. Everything more-or-less goes downhill from that scene, though there were some highlights:
All the Big Guys for the LotR movies get to come back for cameos and generally kick some ass in a few sequences, so if you didn’t want to go see this movie because Agent Smith the Uber Elf wasn’t in it, or you don’t think a Middle Earth movie without Christopher Lee is worth your time, rejoice! Everybody gets a paycheck from Peter Jackson!
My wife - who was the one that demanded that we see it in the theater - said that the best thing about the movie was trying to guess which “war animal” would make and appearance next. There were War Dogs, War Pigs, War Goats, War Elks… E-I-E-I-O.
And though Jackson stuffed a VAST amount of extra stuff in there, like forbidden intra-speicies eye-gazing and Dune-like giant worms that apparently no one realized lived not five miles from the fucking lonely mountain, he still managed to remain largely true to the book in several key aspects that pretty much everyone hoped he wouldn’t: Bilbo manages to miss the majority of the titular battle, and the goddamned deus ex machina giant eagles manage to swoop in and save the day apropos of nothing.
For those keeping track, that’s three movies out of six that have giant fucking eagles coming out of nowhere to save the day, completely un-earned by the heroes. And that’s not even counting all the times they save Gandalf simply because he knows how to speak to moths.
They say that if all you have is a hammer, every problem starts to look like a nail. But sometimes when you are surrounded by nothing but nails, you have to start asking yourself why you don’t start using the hammers you have in the shed. And by hammers, I mean Giant Fucking Eagles. If I were a human, dwarf, of elvish commander in Middle Earth, Giant Fucking Eagles would be my first and perhaps only answer to every problem.
“Sir! We’re being attacked by orcs!”
“Send in the Giant Fucking Eagles.”
Sir! We need to get some random civilian to Mount Doom!"
“Get me a Giant Fucking Eagle and an air-sickness bag.”
“Sir! Balrogs are selling unlicensed dwarf-on-elf porn!”
“I’ll need a Giant Fucking Eagle, a four-foot length of twine, and a staple gun.”