I hit the theaters for a Saturday matinee showing of the Hunger Games this weekend. I was a mix of teenage Twilight obsession-excitement and first date nerves all day; I had high expectations for this film. I had been hopping around the house all morning telling everyone in earshot, “May the odds be ever in your favor”.
(I’ve got the maturity of a tween at times, I’m well aware.)
For those of you who haven’t read the Hunger Games or seen the movie I won’t spoil it; however, I highly recommend the book. A little romance amidst violence, and a battle of wits between those in power and the people, really everyone is gaga over this story, myself (and K) included.
I was obsessed with the book. I read the entire series (three books) in two weeks and read Mocking Jay (the final book of the series) in one Saturday. Seriously friends, I only got out of bed that Saturday to use the facilities and grab a snack. I couldn’t put the books down, but I was not as impressed with the movie.
The movie was violent, which I knew it was going to be. You can’t take a book where the majority of the plot takes place in an arena where children are killing children, and make the film all roses and butterflies. My dad, who never read the books, went to the movie with us. He kept saying it was such a dumb and disturbing movie. He was really raining on our “we love everything about the Hunger Games” parade. I tried to tell him, at least these kids were forced into this situation, you grew up with Lord of the Flies and hello, Father, those kids chose to kill each other, so back off! Still, he’s not a fan.
All in all, the movie left me disappointed. The books left me wanting more, I had more questions and wanted more to read. I left the movie saying, “was that it?”
For those of you who watched the movie or read the book, what are your thoughts?
-E
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