I came into the cinema with only a vague idea of what was going to happen- from whispers and snippets which had regularly spammed my dashboard on Tumblr. I hadn’t read the books, but the odds are in the favour that I will be reading them as soon as Amazon delivers them.
The film captivated me from beginning to end, and i spent about as much time with tears rolling down my cheeks, or brewing behind my eyes. That, my friends, is how a film are meant to be.
I cried because of the spectacular acting.
I cried because of the story.
I cried because it was everything Harry Potter should have been.
I loved how the lead character, for the first time in my memory, was a woman who kicked ass, who was the one who saved the guys butt- but wasn’t overt about it. . She was strong. She wasn’t completely glamerous. She was stunning. She was real.
I agree with everything the story stood for: for love, for life, for not killing unless you have to. For strength in numbers, and not being afraid to defy the odds, and the authority if you are doing what you believe is right. It struck at my core, and contorted my heart through every twist and turn the plot took.
The acting was phenominal, and truly believable. It truly has brought to light a new crop of actors who are brimming with talent. The soundtrack as well, was understated, and did exactly what it needed to.
If there is such a thing as a TUNE- as in a fantastic song, then surely there should be such a thing as a FILM- a fantastic movie.
if there is such accreditation, the Hunger Games is truly a FILM.