For the most part, it’s been pretty gray and rainy here in Paris. I’ve seen the sun for less than a day twice so far. So I decided to spend one of these rainy afternoons at the movies as I love to experience movie theaters in other countries. There’s a fairly new complex where I’m staying. In fact, it’s two complexes facing each other across the banks of the Canal St. Martin, called MK2 Quai de Loire / Quai de Seine. “Un billet pour Le Hobbie, s’il vous plait,” I said in my proud French. He looked at me and said, “For what movie?” Damn, was my “Le Hobbit” that bad, I thought as I was knocked down a peg or two. The theatre, despite its newness was no match for the Arclight, but it was pretty decent.

And the movie itself was better than the first one, but not even close to the LOTR trilogy. I found myself looking at the French subtitles to see how much I could translate. Which was a good thing because the Orcs and the Elves languages were translated into French subtitles.  I got the gist of what they were saying, but who knew it would be a learning experience.