I know I said I had no interest in seeing The Hunger Games, that I was perfectly happy with my memories of the book. So I lied…sue me.
You see, HB wanted to go to the movies, and here in Morro Bay we have but one theater (all shows $8.00…and cheap popcorn!). And since HB rarely wants to go see a movie, and this is what was playing, I took him up on the offer to go see a movie.
He loved it. Seriously, he couldn’t stop raving about it.
I had more mixed feelings:
I hated Prim. I thought she was a whiny baby. Same for mom. I seem to recall she had a bit more oomph in the book? Not a lot, but some.
Cinna fell a bit flat for me (maybe it’s ’cause Lenny just isn’t the same without the dreadlocks? He just wasn’t oozing his usual cool.). Same for Haymitch (for god’s sake, Woody, where’s your usual over the top performance??).
Ironically, Katniss was also a bit flat, but that totally worked for me, since she’s flat in the book, too.
Although I was fully Team Gale for the books, I’m switching teams for the movie, and going with Peeta, who had the far superior performance. Of course, he got way more screen time. Which is unfortunate, since Gale was way cuter. The little shit. Although they both look dorky here:
Caesar Flickerman. Oh how I love thee. Hands down, the best performance of the whole movie.
Oh wait. Rue. Rue was awesome, too.
As was the Capitol. It was exactly like I imagined, full of ridiculous people with ridiculous hair.
I think my orange shoes could’ve had a starring role!