Why hello dumplings, fancy meeting you here today! If you don’t read the whole thing, do something for me: Go see The Hunger Games.
I will try to make this little blob short and sweet, just how (I know all of you) like it.
Three days ago, when my little sister and her endearingly obnoxious friends asked me if I was excited about seeing The Hunger Games, I replied with a hearty “Hell no.” Why? The fanbase was annoying, the plot looked far-fetched, and I believed that the movie would never be able to live up to people’s expectations of it - so basically, I thought it to be a total flop reminiscent of the Twilight saga.
Boy, was I wrong. I walked out of the theater with a completely different perspective, courtesy of the following aspects: the intensity and strength of Jennifer Lawrence, Josh Hutcheron’s beautifully achieved ”underdog” archetype, the chiseled jawline of Liam Hemsworth, and the movie’s brilliant costume design and set construction. Above all else, though, the thing that proved to be the movie’s best asset was its impressive ability to take the audience on a rollercoaster ride of emotions: you were laughing at Katniss’ awkwardness one minute, crying for Primrose and Rue the next, and soon found yourself shielding your eyes from suspense. This movie covered the full spectrum of human emotion, and did so beautifully.
I am proud to say that this movie has managed to completely change my mind; let’s just say that I ordered all of the books the second I got home. There’s a reason why this movie had the third most successful box office weekend in history.
Shell out ten dollars, it’s worth it.
