LET THE FANGIRLING BEGIN
I just saw the midnight premiere of The Hunger Games with my real life best friend forever.
I LOVED IT TO PIECES.
I don't think I'll get any sleep tonight; I'm way too wired!
Here's my cool, collected reaction:
I tried to keep an open mind, to prepare myself for some things being cut in order to allow for the screenwriters to cram this intricate plot into a two-hour movie.
It worked. Some changes were made, yes--but for the most part they made sense, at least to me. There were one or two things that I'd wished had been included, but I won't rant and rage over their absence. As far as movies go, this one followed the book astonishingly well. For that, I'm grateful.
I was worried Jennifer Lawrence didn't have the edge necessary for Katniss--those worries were shattered pretty quickly. Phenomenal girl. Forgive me for doubting you. (For the record, I still think Soairse Ronan would have been awesome, though.)
The scene in which Prim's name is called is even more chilling than I'd expected. I find it a little odd that both in the book and the movie, Katniss is considered brave for volunteering in her sister's place. I don't quite see it that way. I think it has more to do with love, and the motherly, protective instinct that ties in with it, rather than bravery.
Do people really think that, when her little sister is about to be thrown into a den of wolves, a girl thinks, "I have to brave and do something brave?" No. The girl doesn't think; she instinctively does whatever it takes to put her sister out of danger, because that's all that matters. Danger and consequences don't even exist in her mind, as far as her own safety is concerned; there's only room for her sister's safety. I have a little sister, and I'd do the same in the blink of an eye, without thinking. And I'll admit I'm neither bold nor brave. It's just what you do when you love someone.
And . . . here's my impulsive, emotional reaction:
Oh, Prim! You and Katniss shame me! I swear I will spend more quality time with my little sister from now on!
Effie, what is going on with your lipstick?!
Gale. Oh, GALE! There's so little of you in this movie, and yet I'm still wanting to cry for your sake whenever Peeta and Katniss are within five miles of each other!
ZOMG THE COSTUMES! THE COSTUMES! *DIES*
How DID these people manage to make me feel sick and dizzy and tense all at the same time as Katniss gets inside the glass tube? HOW? HOW?!
Oh, Rue . . . *bawls like there's no tomorrow*
Oh, noez! The movie's already over! I CAN'T WAIT FOR THE NEXT ONE TO COME OUT! I JUST CAN'T! I'm going to re-read the book the second I get it back from the girl I loaned it to. WHY DID I LOAN THAT BOOK?!
Okay. Fangirling terminated. Now I'm going to try to go to sleep.
P.S. There was one thing about the movie that I did hate, but it had nothing to do with the plot. It was the camera movement. I wish film-makers would take care and go easy on frantic, blurry camera pans all over the place. Some girls prone to car-sickness can get a little queasy. Or very queasy. I ended up having to throw up a little in the cup my friend had bought her drink. This is the second time this has happened in a theater. And it's already old.
I LOVED IT TO PIECES.
I don't think I'll get any sleep tonight; I'm way too wired!
Here's my cool, collected reaction:
I tried to keep an open mind, to prepare myself for some things being cut in order to allow for the screenwriters to cram this intricate plot into a two-hour movie.
It worked. Some changes were made, yes--but for the most part they made sense, at least to me. There were one or two things that I'd wished had been included, but I won't rant and rage over their absence. As far as movies go, this one followed the book astonishingly well. For that, I'm grateful.
I was worried Jennifer Lawrence didn't have the edge necessary for Katniss--those worries were shattered pretty quickly. Phenomenal girl. Forgive me for doubting you. (For the record, I still think Soairse Ronan would have been awesome, though.)
The scene in which Prim's name is called is even more chilling than I'd expected. I find it a little odd that both in the book and the movie, Katniss is considered brave for volunteering in her sister's place. I don't quite see it that way. I think it has more to do with love, and the motherly, protective instinct that ties in with it, rather than bravery.
Do people really think that, when her little sister is about to be thrown into a den of wolves, a girl thinks, "I have to brave and do something brave?" No. The girl doesn't think; she instinctively does whatever it takes to put her sister out of danger, because that's all that matters. Danger and consequences don't even exist in her mind, as far as her own safety is concerned; there's only room for her sister's safety. I have a little sister, and I'd do the same in the blink of an eye, without thinking. And I'll admit I'm neither bold nor brave. It's just what you do when you love someone.
And . . . here's my impulsive, emotional reaction:
Oh, Prim! You and Katniss shame me! I swear I will spend more quality time with my little sister from now on!
Effie, what is going on with your lipstick?!
Gale. Oh, GALE! There's so little of you in this movie, and yet I'm still wanting to cry for your sake whenever Peeta and Katniss are within five miles of each other!
ZOMG THE COSTUMES! THE COSTUMES! *DIES*
How DID these people manage to make me feel sick and dizzy and tense all at the same time as Katniss gets inside the glass tube? HOW? HOW?!
Oh, Rue . . . *bawls like there's no tomorrow*
Oh, noez! The movie's already over! I CAN'T WAIT FOR THE NEXT ONE TO COME OUT! I JUST CAN'T! I'm going to re-read the book the second I get it back from the girl I loaned it to. WHY DID I LOAN THAT BOOK?!
Okay. Fangirling terminated. Now I'm going to try to go to sleep.
P.S. There was one thing about the movie that I did hate, but it had nothing to do with the plot. It was the camera movement. I wish film-makers would take care and go easy on frantic, blurry camera pans all over the place. Some girls prone to car-sickness can get a little queasy. Or very queasy. I ended up having to throw up a little in the cup my friend had bought her drink. This is the second time this has happened in a theater. And it's already old.