My brother, Brian, and I saw The Hunger Games last night, which was a bit of an ordeal: we pre-ordered tickets online, picked them up three hours before show time, and waited in line for an hour and fifteen minutes to insure a good seat. I know this is nothing compared to some people who waited hours for the midnight showing on Friday, but it was still quite an adventure for us.
My favorite part of the evening was when the previews ended, not because it meant the movie was about to start, but because it meant the most painful eighteen minutes of my life thus far had finally come to an end. What had begun with a trailer of a screaming woman proceeded into a ghastly entourage of haunted forests, thumping heartbeat sound effects, and sea monsters erupting from metropolitan skyscrapers. The slam-bang finish was a teaser for the next Twilight installment. Now if that doesn’t keep me away from movie theaters, I don’t know what will.
When they were finally over Brian leaned over to me and said, “I don’t even want to see the movie anymore. I just need to go home and recover from the previews.”
I couldn’t have agreed more, but we decided to stick it out, and once transported to District 12 were successfully distracted. We both thought the movie did a great job of capturing the essence of the book. Be sure to check out my own personal take on The Hunger Games, both the book and the movie, later this week!
The Hunger Games are on for Brian and me in more ways than one as we attempt to survive at home while our parents are out of town. Yesterday our dinner was pretty pathetic, as it consisted of sandwiches eaten in front of the movie theater that had been smashed in my purse. I made up for it today when I made us chocolate chip pancakes for lunch. Brian had bacon with his and I had peanut butter on mine…..you know, just to make sure we got some protein in there. So far I think we’re doing pretty good at this game!