Before I get into this I feel like I should make it clear
that I’ve never read any of the Hunger
Games trilogy from Suzanne Collins, and honestly, I don’t have any plans to
in the future. Maybe those books are awesome. Maybe they answer every nitpicky
thing I found annoying about the movie in a way that would blow my damn mind. Maybe
they have everything I felt the movie was lacking and then some. Maybe they’re
the absolute greatest books in the history of books. I dunno. It’s possible. I guess? This isn’t a review of the books.
Nor is it a review of the fantastic multi-media book/movie experience. It’s
just a review of the movie. That’s all. Nothing more.
Basically what I’m saying is don’t come back at me with the
“well, if you’d read the books you would know…” thing. I hate that thing. The
movie should stand on it’s own as an experience. Tossing that line my way will get
you stitches, sucka. It’ll get you
a sandwich of the knuckle variety. It’ll get you a Katniss arrow in the butt
cheek. It’ll get you a magic fireball
in the face. It’ll get you a Peeta…
Um…
Actually it won’t get you anything Peeta related because
Peeta is basically an ineffectual doofus.
I don’t hate The Hunger Games.
There’s a sentence I never expected to write.
Actually, I think it’s a pretty decent flick.
There’s another one.
It’s not the greatest movie I’ve ever seen. There are still
a few frustrating plot holes and there are things that bugged me. It doesn’t have
the conviction to really sink its teeth into any of the ideas it brings up, and
instead settles for a glossed over, obvious, and mostly silly solution, but
it’s certainly nowhere near what I would call a bad movie.
Set in a future where a single boy and girl from twelve
“districts” are chosen to battle to the death on live television, the film tells
the story of a girl named Katniss Everdeen who takes her sisters spot in the
latest version of the “Hunger Games” and does her damndest to not only make it out
alive, but shake up the system as
well. It’s fairly straightforward. The class warfare stuff is laid on pretty
thick. The voyeuristic reality television stuff is even thicker. I don’t mind
any of that. In fact, I was really sort of digging the movie early on. Sure,
it’s obvious, but so what? Obvious doesn’t have to be a bad thing. It’s corny,
but at least it has a point. I actually enjoyed that the wealthy elite all looked like they’d been digging through Lady
Gaga’s wardrobe. It makes sense.
In fact, now that I think about it an obviously talented,
yet oversimplified and unfortunately polished for mass consumption mess of a
performer like Gaga has a lot in common with this movie. But I’ll get to that later.
I’ve read some complaints about the way Gary Ross directed this thing, and
honestly, I don’t understand them. Truthfully, I think he might have been the
only thing keeping the movie together. If nothing else the man understands
pacing – mostly. He does an adequate job of building tension where tension
needs to be built and despite a few notable flubs and eye-rollingly poor CGI
sequences here and there, visually the movie looks solid. Jennifer Lawrence is
decent in the lead as well.
She’s a puffy-faced
dynamo that one.
I can’t really say the same about the rest of the cast. I’m
looking at you Liam Hemsworth. Bigger role in the sequel? That’s gonna be rough.
The character of Peeta was not only a letdown, but might be the most worthless,
wimpy sack of nothing in the history of the movies. Dude was essentially a
futuristic version of Mr. Magoo. His biggest win was confusingly convincing some of the other contestants to
“wait her out” when Katniss was up in a tree for the fifteenth time. Good job, kiddo. Ten minutes later he’s
about to chug back some poison berries with an idiotic grin, literally turning
himself into a rock in order to hide, and falling ass-backward in love with a
girl that is mostly into him because
the situation calls for it. If future movies decide to take the “love triangle”
route I’ll be sad. Enough with the love triangles, people. I’d rather have seen
the hapless dork chug back those berries and choke on a mouth full of poison.
The magic fireballs, super mosquitoes, and hologram dogs
didn’t exactly fall into the column of “awesome stuff” either, but whatever.
They were goofy, the whole thing was goofy, so what? Even if it was difficult
to take the technology or the…ug…training
sequences seriously at least they worked within the framework of the film.
At it’s most basic I suppose my biggest issue with The Hunger Games is one of missed
opportunities. It’s a hodgepodge of ideas that have been done before and done
better. It’s watered down. It’s simple. It tackles significantly complex issues
through the eyes of a twelve year old. That doesn’t make it a bad movie though.
It is what it is and it’s not really anything more. Which is fine. I guess.
I’d love to have seen an adult version of The Hunger Games. I won’t get to, but it
would have been nice. As it stands this is a kid’s movie. Everything is
delivered in easily digestible bites. It’s a gateway drug for youngsters who
might one day, hopefully, be interested in seeking out films with similar
themes that also have a bit more depth to them.
I actually think the world needs more movies like The Hunger Games.
This movie is certainly a hell of a lot better than the
other big thing the kids and the soccer
moms galore seem to be drooling over these days. Twilight is a movie for
dunderhead, boy-obsessed nincompoops who want to leave their brain in the car
when they head into the theater. You’ll need your brain for The Hunger Games. You don’t necessarily
have to bring put it in your head, but you’ll have to buy it a ticket and
you’ll need to bring it in with you. You can keep it on you lap.
Maybe you can set your drink on it.
