And That Means Comfort

I bought a new DVD today. It's....a musical. See if you can guess the title from the following song:

Fifteen birds in five fir-trees,
their feathers were fanned in a fiery breeze!
But, funny little birds, they had no wings!
O what shall we do with the funny little things?
O what shall we do with the funny little things?
Roast 'em alive, or stew them in a pot;
fry them, boil them and eat them hot?
Bake and toast 'em, fry and roast 'em!
till beards blaze, and eyes glaze;
till hair smells and skins crack,
fat melts, and bones black
in cinders lie
beneath the sky!
So dwarves shall die!

Etc....

Can you guess it? I can, for I am Gandalf, and Gandalf means....Me!

That's right, it's The Hobbit, an animated classic. I've watched this movie since I was a little kid, and was thrilled to see it on DVD for only $2. As bad as the animation is, and as hippie-esque as the music is, it's still a glorious example of what one can do with poor work ethic and a pre-written script.

Okay, it sucks. I still like it.

From a critical standpoint, I give it a 3. From a personal standpoint, which is all that matters, it earns a 9.

I mean, who can't love the way those dwarves sort of totter around when they try to run?

Buy it. Seriously. You owe it to yourself. Acme, two bucks.

And the goat-man sings, "The greatest adventuuuuure is what lies aheeeaaad..."