Don't worry. There are no spoilers here so feel free to browse this post at ease.
Chances are that if you are reading this post in the first place, then you are probably familiar with the novel's plot, but I'm not cruel enough to ruin a great reading experience for someone else.
If you haven't read Suzanne Collins's The Hunger Games, well, then, what are you waiting for???
After having consumed every word of this novel, I kid you not, my literature-major self wanted to sit down and write a 12-page historical-perspective essay on why this book rocks (that's a sure-fire indication that what I read had a positive effect on me). I'm very stoked about its movie premiere this week and plan to see it with some friends of mine.
I don't like going to the movies alone. Going to the movies with other people is the way nature intended things to be. How else will you relish discussing with others whether or not the film you saw was a cinematic masterpiece or a total way for conning you out of your cash unless they, too, were also a witness to the event?
(If a tree falls in the woods, does it make a sound?)
I also like attending with others to movies that have been specifically based on books. You may not think it but such a determining event can be a fragile experience for a bibliophile. In the hours we spend reading about the wonderful descriptions, adventures and daring feats of our favorite characters, we develop an attachment to what they look like and, ultimately, who we believe they are. What if in the movie, the persona who we conjured as being strong, intelligent and independent is reduced to a silly, walking stereotype that is the complete opposite of who they are supposed to be? This is no longer about watching a movie. This is about having an image shatter and leave us with crushed spirits. It becomes personal.
In case I end up being devastated that yet another movie adaptation didn't do justice to a great book and its characters, I want to have someone be there to hold my hand, stroke my hair and assure me that everything is gonna be all right.
The fear of an awful letdown is probably why I haven't even considered seeing the latest movie version of Jane Eyre. It's my favorite novel of all time, and based on various movie reviews from friends, it is an instance in which ignorance is bliss.
In all reality, I shouldn't be too worried because The Hunger Games trailer looks promisingly spectacular in the sense of staying true to the book.
March 23rd, come faster!
That being said, not every movie outing has resulted in me watching a film. I never saw Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows: Part 2.
Not because I couldn't find a friend to go with. I went to the movies with a French friend, a guy who came to visit me from Lyon and who towers a foot above me (that's 30 cm for you metric-system users). We had a good three hours to kill in Dijon before his evening train departed and since neither of us had seen the last installment of the series, we decided to watch it at one of the cinemas.
The showing that we could feasibly make it to had already commenced by ten minutes, but we figured that the trailers would allow us to catch the beginning and therefore not let us miss any vital scenes . We paid our tickets and were let into the theater.
At this point, you may be wondering how, then, was I unable to see Harry Potter if my friend and I paid for tickets?
To our surprise, we were the only ones who had the intention of wanting to see the movie at that hour. Not that we were complaining. In that desolate sea of plush, burgundy armchairs, we had the finest pickings for optimal movie enjoyment.
What was curious to us was that nothing had been turned on, not even the trailers for upcoming movies.
A few minutes passed and the French-dubbed Harry Potter never flickered on the blank screen.
We inquired at the ticket booth what was going on.
Ticket Booth Lady: "Oh, since no one was in the theater when it began, we decided not to run the reel."
Me: "Huh? But...we paid to see Harry Potter..." *waves torn stub*
Ticket Booth Lady: "Here's a refund." *hands cash*
My Friend: "Wait, so, you can't find someone to turn on the reel for us to watch it?"
Ticket Booth Lady: "No."
Me: "Um...thanks."
And that's how I never saw the last Harry Potter film. My friend and I instead went to a café and chatted about life and I accompanied him to the train station when he needed to head back to Lyon to bid him good-bye.
I'm hoping that the local movie theaters will be a little more generous when I go see The Hunger Games.
Also:
Katniss makes archery look so cool.
Barb the French Bean
