Yes I wear this in public. You can find it here.
A week ago, my girls and I had a fun night out of Chinese food and the latest Hunger Games movie, Catching Fire. If you read my book review, you might remember Catching Fire was my least favorite of the Hunger Games Trilogy. The “New Moon” of Hunger Games, if you will, aka, suckville.
I had very low expectations for this movie, as evidence by the amount of alcohol I consumed before showtime, and to be honest, I was kinda dreading it. I remember how angsty I was when I read they had to go back into the games, and then all the people I love start to die, blah blah emotions.
And then the movie started and I spent the next two and a half hours on the edge of my seat, heart beating out of my chest, full on panic attack amazement. I had to pee pretty early in, but I didn’t want to miss a second, so I mentally willed my body to reabsorb the urine, because that movie theater was sold out, and peeing in my cup was too risky. Of any movie that was ever based on the book, this was the best. In fact, it was better than the book. It was gory and scary and vindictive. I cried at least three times.
I rarely watch a movie that instills an actual sense of loss, and Catching Fire does that repeatedly.
Cinna was brilliant and heartbraking. Haymitch was both funny and complex and could not be more perfectly cast, Phillip Seymour Hoffman? SHUT UP AMAZING.
My only complaint is the amount of kissing Gale and Katniss did, because I truly don’t remember them being that affectionate in the books, but even so, I’m still just not invested in their love story. #GaleIsNotMyWreckingBall
And to those of you annoyed with my darling Peeta, take a second and appreciate the gender reversal this series is so successful in portraying. You see, Peeta’s not a pussy, he’s just playing the sensitive/helpless/vulnerable role usually held by a woman.
We’re not entirely used to see that in testicle form just yet. Give it time.