I really didn't intend to see the movie Hunger Games, or even read the books. For one, I had heard it was about adolescents fighting each other to the death. I can't handle that sort of horror. Secondly, everybody loves it and I like to think I'm unique.
No, I'm really not.
We went for supper with friends and they suggested we see the movie so I agreed. Good decision friends! I really liked it. I love a good story and the theme was meaningful.
I realize that I don't have anything new or profound to say about it, but I want to talk about it anyway.
As a "Capital" dweller, it is horrible how we abuse people in other "Districts" to fulfill our desires. I have to look no further than my left hand for a very blantant example. A few steps further to my clothes, none of which were made on this continent, I'm sure. The vacations I take, to beautiful places where people are suffering.
To say nothing of the people that are exploited in our own country and city.
Jason felt there were some discrepancies in the plot. He found some characters weren't believable and that their actions, and therefore the reactions of other characters, were phony.
Personally, I was willing to justify the minor inconsistencies for the sake of the story. The underdog triumphs - yay! I suppose that was quite predictable. On the other hand, since I knew the heroine would not perish at any given point, it was all the more enjoyable for my faint heart.
Now, it's time to decide, is it worth it to embark upon the series and read the books?