I wanted to like The Hunger Games. Like every other dude, I’m big on Jennifer Lawrence. I like science fiction. And the sight of fully grown warriors ripping the heads off of hapless middle school opponents gives me feelings of intense vicarious joy. But, at some point, you just realized, Hunger Games is fantasy action for chicks.
Girls like some cool stuff. It’s not that they can’t. But girls also like wardrobe and romance and the far-fetched fantasy of finding a cute boy with a great haircut who will value them for more than just sex. There was too way too much of that in The Hunger Games. It was like watching a music video from one of those Lilith Fair artists who now hawk signature lines of vegan scones and strum their guitars in coffee houses that smell like lesbians. Way too much emo self-reflection, not nearly enough blood. And zero sex or skin.
The second part of the trilogy, Catching Fire, looks to be about the same. Jennifer Lawrence sure has nailed the ‘thoughtful melancholy stare into the distance’. Would it kill her to work on her ‘topless, prone, and being nailed from behind’ look? No. And it would make the next Hunger Games much better.
Take a look at some pictures out from the production set:
