However well-intentioned Amazon’s Lord of the Rings series without Peter Jackson will never quite be the same
This week, Peter Jackson gracefully put paid to the lingering rumour — for some a lingering hope — that he would be involved in Amazon’s expensive venture into Middle-earth. “I’m not involved at all in the Lord of the Rings series,” he made clear, honest to the last, during an interview with French site Allocine. “I understand how my name could come up, but there is nothing happening with me on this project.”
When Amazon announced their ambition to go big with Game of Thrones-trouncing Tolkien TV, I had started to perceive my recent book differently. For those who don’t know, I have written the a filmmaking story behind Middle-earth, bolstered with over 25 (non-consecutive) hours of brand new interviews with Jackson, cast and crew. It runs to over 500 pages, with a foreword by Gollum.
Jackson’s was a swift, succinct, polite dismissal
At that point, with the possibility — however remote — that Jackson would return to the Misty Mountains and Mirkwood, it served almost as a bridge between eras and reflected the changing times in Hollywood. Where once there was wildly ambitious trilogies created by shooting back-to-back movies, now it is television shows, where length is never an issue. The road goes ever on as long you have an audience.
With Jackson’s admission, I now like to think that Anything You Can Imagine (the title a reference to his ready mantra, “Anything you can imagine, you can put on film”) stands as a capstone, the history of another age — a legendarium to a legendarium if we’re getting into the thick of geek-speak. The likes of which we will never see again.
As you may have read — and theonering.net have been avidly covering the story from every conceivable angle, and I have pitched in with some thoughts in the new issue of Empire — rumours lean toward a storyline focused on a young Aragorn, most likely his years quite literally in the wilderness. This hasn’t yet been confirmed by Amazon, who have still to announce much of anything beyond their purchase of the rights and an assertion that they were not going to tamper with what has come before. No one is talking about the heresy of a remake. Not that they don’t reserve the right to change their mind. Hey, if Sam Raimi or Benioff and Weiss or the Russo brothers (I hasten to emphasise that this is only my speculation) walk into Jeff Bezos’ shiny office with a grand plan to being again from scratch, who is to say that they won’t get a greenlight?
Jackson’s was a swift, succinct, polite dismissal. He’s moving on, thanks for the memories and the Oscars, the golden lustre it left him with. The Rings trilogy especially will always be “a great island” in his career — there was before Middle-earth and now, finally, there is after. He certainly didn’t rule out the participation of Weta Workshop or Weta Digital. And it’s not as if he gets to say who can or can’t shoot in New Zealand. Quite the contrary, he has championed his country on a world stage. He would no doubt welcome the production as a neighbour. Although it would surely be strange to see Hobbits and elves marching to another’s beat.
Especially as the great fabric of his creative endeavour in Tolkien’s realms may still be put to use, the accumulated IP of which now lies in Amazon’s eager palms, right down to Gimli’s codpiece, and there is every sense that they are positioning their show within the world that Peter built. There is an ever so slight hanging note to that use of the word “happening” isn’t there? Isn’t there?
Jackson never entered into Lord of the Rings as a Tolkien zealot
Jackson never entered into Lord of the Rings as a Tolkien zealot, and would never lay claim to any kind of ownership beyond the bounds of his own films. Way back then, keen to grow Weta in the wake of The Frighteners, he had been stirred by the potential of a fantasy film of the ilk created by his all-time hero Ray Harryhausen, only instead of the painstaking ritual of stop-motion he would utilise the growing potential of digital effects. He had only read Tolkien’s trilogy once when he was a teenager, and largely forgotten the ins and outs of Frodo’s quest.
The problem was that when he and his partner Fran Walsh sat down to brainstorm a cinematic fantasy, Walsh, whose memory is impeccable, began shooting down everything Jackson came up with: “That’s Lord of the Rings… That’s Lord of the Rings.” “It was getting frustrating,” Jackson told me. Indeed it got to the point where the squarely pragmatic side of his Kiwi personality came to the obvious conclusion: “Why don’t we make Lord of the Rings then?”
Give or take four tortuous years of pre-production, that is pretty much how it happened.
I think it helped that he wasn’t a purist. He came at Tolkien without the reverence that would have crippled a disciple. It is quite because he was willing to face the inevitable flack of the book’s army of followers that he found a way. It wasn’t The Bible after all (The Bible, sadly, doesn’t have Balrogs). I am making my version of Lord of the Rings, he kept reiterating in interview. In other words, feel free to go and make your own. The strange thing was that the further he went the road kept turning back toward Tolkien. Sure there was no Tom Bombadil or Fatty Bolger, but the films are recognisably Tolkien’s world to a degree beyond which the faithful had any hope of seeing.
And yet, whoever Amazon find to run their show, and however mighty the ensuing lump of event television, something Jacksonian will undoubtedly be missing from the mix. When Jackson says he is not involved, we can safely assume this also includes Walsh and fellow writer Philippa Boyens too. And that working bond, led by the man of impeccable Bad Taste, was the rock on which those films were founded. They are imbued with his spirit as much as Tolkien’s.
Will some poor soul have to emulate the stylistic curves, the black humour and the bold emotion that belong to this director alone? The Middle-earth we know and love is tuned to Jackson’s vision, it is set in New Zealand in more ways than one: that wondrous, outrageous panoptic vision that could scale mountains, plunge down obsidian towers, and course through twisted forests, and yet still showed Middle-earth through the eyes of its characters and reflecte the bitter twists of the story in the landscape of those fabulous faces. He staved off the absurdity of Tolkien by recognising it was there to begin with. Above all, he made the place breath.
He staved off the absurdity of Tolkien by recognising it was there to begin with
Finally, Jackson will be wanting to get past all this conjecture about Middle-earth as he is in the midst of midwifing a new universe with Mortal Engines, directed by his longtime compadre and Middle-earth fellow traveller Christian Rivers. It’s a different jaunt entirely: a post-post apocalyptic vision taken from Philip Reeve’s fast-paced YA series in which cities rove the devastated landscape on gigantic wheels, hunting down smaller, weaker towns, while teens jostle with neglectful parents, mete out revenge and save the world. There is the potential for a large-scale franchise if it works. And beyond that Jackson will have his plans. His WW1 doc is due, and that subject remains close to his heart. There will hopefully be something more epic in mind for himself some day soon. Or smaller, more intimate things. Maybe he’ll finally get around to Bad Taste 2. That would be a blast from the past.
Ian Nathan 7/6/2018
Anything You Can Imagine: Peter Jackson & The Making of Middle-earth is out now.
Ian Nathan, Author 