No quiero que el título sea mal interpretado, además el tema no es tan nuevo, pero hoy volví a ver el magnifico trailer de "The Hobbit", con apenas meses faltando para estrenar, y lo único que puedo decir es que esa misma piel de gallina que me dió cuando vi el trailer de "The Return of The King" se replica con este adelanto: parece como si todo se hubiera quedado en el tiempo...es como si Peter Jackson solo tuvo que llegar al estudio, prender la luz y decir acción!...alli están todos los elementos, los personajes conocidos, los detalles de la producción, hasta ese color peculiar de las películas de "The Lord of The Rings"!
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| Gimli?....definitivamente NO! |
Cierto que The Hobbit no es mi libro predilecto (se me quedaron en mente los elfos borrachines que no creo aparezcan en esta película), pero cuando vi a Thorin Richard "OMG! de donde salió este cañón" Armitage Oakenshield, me dije...."mmm debo agregar un enano a mi lista?" (jajajajaja)
Me hechizó la canción de los enanos, cantada por ellos mismos, que son los versos del propio Tolkien, el bueno de Bilbo Baggins, interpretado por el mismísimo Dr Watson: Martin Freeman...(ayuda aclarar que Smaug, El Dragon será interpretado via "motion capture" o como se llame, por Benedict " Sherlock" Cumberbatch?... eso es digno de verse y de escucharse) o sea, a parte de la magnificencia de la Tierra Media...hay mucho, mucho que disfrutar!!!
Si señoras y señores, la Tierra Media ha regresado para mantenernos en vilo por unos cuantos años mas!
Y estos son los maravillosos versos de Tolkien, parte integral de una banda sonora que promete ser alucinante, como todo en su mítico mundo!
"Dwarven Song About Old Wealth" by J.R.R. Tolkien
Far over the misty mountains cold
To dungeons deep and caverns old
We must away ere break of day
To seek the pale enchanted gold.
The dwarves of yore made mightly spells,
While hammers fell like ringing bells
In places deep, where dark things sleep,
In hollow halls beneath the fells.
For ancient king and elvish lord
There many a gleaming golden hoard
They shaped and wrought, and light they caught
To hide in gems on hilt of sward.
On silver necklaces they strung
The flowering stars, on crowns they hung
The dragon-fire, in twisted wire
They meshed the light of moon and sun.
Far over the misty mountains cold
To dungeouns deep and caverns old
We must away, ere break of day,
To claim our long-forgotten gold.
Goblets they carved there for themselves
And harps of gold; where no man delves
There lay they long, and many a song
Was sung unheard by men or elves.
The pines were roaring on the height,
(The pines were roaring on the height)
The winds were moaning in the night,
The fire was red, it flaming spread;
(The fire was red, it flaming spread)
The trees like torches blazed with light.
The bells were ringing in the dale
(The bells were ringing in the dale)
And men looked up with faces pale;
The dragon's ire more fierce than fire
(The dragon's ire more fierce than fire)
Laid low their towers and houses frail.
The mountain smoked beneath the moon;
(The mountain smoked beneath the moon)
The dwarves, they heard the tramp of doom.
They fled their hall to dying fall
(They fled their hall to dying fall)
Beneath his feet, beneath the moon.
Far over the misty mountains grim
To dungeons deep and caverns dim
We must away, ere break of day,
To win our harps and gold from him!
The pines were roaring on the height,
(The pines were roaring on the height)
The winds were moaning in the night,
The fire was red, it flaming spread;
(The fire was red, it flaming spread)
The trees like torches blazed with light.
The bells were ringing in the dale
(The bells were ringing in the dale)
And men looked up with faces pale;
The dragon's ire more fierce than fire
(The dragon's ire more fierce than fire)
Laid low their towers and houses frail.
To dungeons deep and caverns old
We must away ere break of day
To seek the pale enchanted gold.
The dwarves of yore made mightly spells,
While hammers fell like ringing bells
In places deep, where dark things sleep,
In hollow halls beneath the fells.
For ancient king and elvish lord
There many a gleaming golden hoard
They shaped and wrought, and light they caught
To hide in gems on hilt of sward.
On silver necklaces they strung
The flowering stars, on crowns they hung
The dragon-fire, in twisted wire
They meshed the light of moon and sun.
Far over the misty mountains cold
To dungeouns deep and caverns old
We must away, ere break of day,
To claim our long-forgotten gold.
Goblets they carved there for themselves
And harps of gold; where no man delves
There lay they long, and many a song
Was sung unheard by men or elves.
The pines were roaring on the height,
(The pines were roaring on the height)
The winds were moaning in the night,
The fire was red, it flaming spread;
(The fire was red, it flaming spread)
The trees like torches blazed with light.
The bells were ringing in the dale
(The bells were ringing in the dale)
And men looked up with faces pale;
The dragon's ire more fierce than fire
(The dragon's ire more fierce than fire)
Laid low their towers and houses frail.
The mountain smoked beneath the moon;
(The mountain smoked beneath the moon)
The dwarves, they heard the tramp of doom.
They fled their hall to dying fall
(They fled their hall to dying fall)
Beneath his feet, beneath the moon.
Far over the misty mountains grim
To dungeons deep and caverns dim
We must away, ere break of day,
To win our harps and gold from him!
The pines were roaring on the height,
(The pines were roaring on the height)
The winds were moaning in the night,
The fire was red, it flaming spread;
(The fire was red, it flaming spread)
The trees like torches blazed with light.
The bells were ringing in the dale
(The bells were ringing in the dale)
And men looked up with faces pale;
The dragon's ire more fierce than fire
(The dragon's ire more fierce than fire)
Laid low their towers and houses frail.
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