I rarely go to the movies anymore, and even more rarely go to anything on opening day. But my partner has read the Hunger Games series twice through and has been thrilled about seeing the movie ever since a coworker told him his daughter was cast in the film (awesome, right?).
So last night we hit the theater over an hour early and stood in line for the show. It was surprisingly fun, despite the horrendous smell of overly “buttered” popcorn.
We managed to secure good seats, and luckily near a wall so I could ground myself from the initial distress of watching the shakiness of the hand-held camera. Luckily, I got used to that enough that after a while it didn’t bother.
I have yet to read the books, though they’ve been on my list for a while. Overall I thought it was very well done. It didn’t feel like a nearly 2 1/2 hour movie at all, and I loved that a minimum amount of dialogue still was able to convey all the necessary exposition for the story.
I’m interested in seeing where this goes, which I suppose means that it’s ultimately a successful film.
All this to say, I liked it. It was good. I want to read it now, and perhaps see it again.
And maybe I’ll also eventually read Battle Royale, the Japanese thriller that predates The Hunger Games. And who knows, maybe I’ll reread Lord of the Flies. Or else maybe I’ll read one of my favorite short stories, The Most Dangerous Game.