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Still Hungry


Saw the Hunger Games movie last night. Herein lies my review.

I loved the Hunger Games series of books. No lie, flat out loved them. I loved the strong female characters, the strong characters period, that integrity and humanity were valued ethics among the major players, and that the people the narrative followed weren’t quitters, or whiners, or screamers, but just dug in their heels and did what needed to be done to get their families, friends, and themselves through to the next day. Katniss Everdeen, Finnick Odair, Johanna Mason, and Haymitch Abernathy will be some of my favorite literary characters into my old age, I think.

I appreciated that the fabricated love triangle, which starts off as a friendship on the cusp of something versus an age-old gratitude forced to present as love, was never the hard focus of any of the books, and that romantic love was never a motivation for Katniss. Gale and Peeta make decisions and act based on their feelings for her, but she is clear and direct with both of them that she does not have the luxury of letting her heart rule–and she has no idea what it would say if she did. Romance is not her priority. Staying alive to keep others alive is her priority.

Even Gale and Peeta have other driving motivations, though. As much as they are written to desire Katniss, they also both have lives and seem perfectly willing to live them without her if needed. Peeta not as much as Gale, but Peeta’s an artist so you can forgive him not being a hunter.

Katniss has strong bonds with other female characters throughout the series. First with Prim, her sister. Then with Rue, who reminds her of her sister. Foxface earns Katniss’s respect and there is the sense that these two could be friends in other circumstances. She forges a strange bond with Effie Trinket and another with her mother. She bonds with Johanna Mason. She trusts Greasy Sae. And save for a short exchange with Rue, never once does she have a discussion with one of these other characters that hinges on whether or not she is in love with a man or what she would need to do to catch herself one. Never once. Do you have any idea how rare that is in literature? A female character who isn’t motivated out of the desire to become someone’s wife? Katniss Everdeen would have been my hero as a teen.

The other women in the series are strong, too. The weakest of them, Katniss’s style team ladies, show their own strengths. And her poor, damaged mother’s old strength shines through now and then–though that woman is just toast emotionally from the get-go. Rue is strong and fearless. Foxface is strong and wily. The cruel female characters are still written as strong people. There are Johanna and heartbreaking Annie Cresta as examples of the strength required and the price paid to make it out of the Hunger Games arenas. Prim only continues to grow. Effie–Effie’s actually one of my favorites, too. She is an example of nature overgrowing nurture, and I couldn’t help feeling a fond pride of her as the series wore on.

The story might not be original, and ask Nicole or me how easy it is to write something and find out five years later that someone else has already published the same darned thing, but it is extremely well written and does not take easy ways out. Characters suffer PTSDs that don’t just disappear. Characters act along their motivations without deterring to help the plot. Characters made ugly decisions. And, when the final chapter comes and it is a couple of decades out from the first book, characters are still dealing with their lives.

The movie didn’t do it for me. If I had gone in without having read the novels, I would have been giggling at some of the direction and choices made in how the story was adapted to fit the big screen. As it were, I just kept leaning over to B and whining, “This is so bad!” I won’t complain about what wasn’t there, though. Books and movies are different things, and you can’t compare an apple to an orange.

Jennifer Lawrence IS Katniss Everdeen, though. She fit the bill perfectly. And the Seam and District 12 were exactly as I had imagined them. The Capitol? Eh. It looked very low budget to me. And the costumes were very low budget.

Woody Harrelson was great as Haymitch, and briefly, Elizabeth Banks did a bang up Effie. Lenny Kravitz can’t act, but he does look good. I was disappointed in his Cinna. No, I was very disappointed in his Cinna.

I did not like the choices they made with directing Prim. Buttercup was the wrong color. Peeta–God bless that tiny Josh Hutcherson. Was every other male in Hollywood busy that day because…no. Lainey, from laineygossip.com, wrote in her excellent review of the film:

Whether it be by necessity or by strategy, by selfish manipulation or compassionate regard, literary Peeta wasn’t a child. In the movie, he’s made to be a child. Or at least I saw him as a child. When they connected on an emotional level in the book, I could understand Katniss’s attraction. Here was a man on the way who had sacrificed for her. Here was someone she finally knew she could trust. Here was someone she was growing to love out of respect – for his courage, for his conviction, for what qualities she lacked that he could bring to their relationship and stand with her on the same level.

What transpires instead, on film, in my mind, is not so much a meeting of different equals, but the bonding of a caregiver for a weaker ward that she must govern. I’m not saying it’s a dealbreaker. But I won’t lie to you and tell you that Peeta delivers. And I like Josh Hutcherson SO MUCH as a person, this is not an easy criticism.

It was a dealbreaker for me. Peeta does not deliver (not necessarily Hutcherson, but Peeta), and I groaned aloud at one point because it played as so freaking twee. That is probably because the story cuts out a huge part of what the stylists and mentor team did to make District 12 unique among the other tributes, and because The Boy with the Bread is never fully explained. Without that, Peeta’s just some lumpy kid from 12, and why should Katniss care?

Here is one criticism I will make of what was missing: Peeta is nearly dead by the end of the first book, and Katniss isn’t too healthy herself. Katniss sees Peeta’s heart monitor stop 3 times as they are being whisked back to the Capitol. Peeta has lost a leg. In the movie, Peeta’s wounds are minor and he’s bouncing around like a jumping jack. That really detracts from the story, and detracts from why the Games are horrible.

Liam Hemsworth as Gale worked for me, but his entrance was so anti-Gale that the character had to rebuild himself. Well, he’s got two more movies to do it, I suppose. But movie Gale isn’t the same guy who would do what is done in book 3. Movie Gale is Book Gale on some really good meds. Still, Hemsworth is as perfect for the role physically as Hutcherson is not.

All in all, I did not think it was a good movie. I was disappointed. I will go see it again with people who have read the books so we can talk about it (and because I love seeing movies with my girlfriends), but I was sorely, sorely disappointed.

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MI4 Ghost Protocol. Friendly Ghost or Scary Spooks?


B and I decided to go see a movie last night, and with our choices narrowed down to MI4, Sherlock 2, and Young Adult, we went with MI4.  Both of us had really enjoyed the first Mission Impossible, been aghast at the awfulness of 2, and skipped 3 altogether (which probably slowed us down in our understanding of the film, since there were no “previously” scenes.)  I will tell you right now that the absolute highlight of my movie-going experience was the unexpected delight of having Bruce Willis pop up in a trailer for GI Joe 2, which I will totally go see because Bruce Willis + The Rock = Awesomeness.  That being said, I thought MI4 was okay–not bad–enjoyable.

 

What I loved:

Nothing got me really excited, but one or two starts to stunt sequences caught me totally off guard and I loved being surprised.  Glad I went into this one mostly unspoiled–if you go in to this one spoiled, the movie is ruined.

I can’t say much about this without spoiling, so I will just say that I loved that the female characters weren’t “just girls”.  They were treated with equal weight to the male agents, kicked just as much rear, and took just as many names as everyone else.  And I was especially delighted that Patton’s character wasn’t your stereotypical femme fatale.

 

What I liked:

The stunts were outstanding.  And really, isn’t that why you go to an MI movie?  You’re sure not going for the believable story lines, the great acting, and the technical accuracy (because NOTHING in this movie is even remotely believable.  You’ll even start questioning Simon Pegg’s accent.)  Even knowing that the characters were making it through to at least the next scene (based on trailers alone–way to spoil your own movie, guys) I was at the edge of my seat for three stunts.

Simon Pegg and Jeremy Renner.  These two have a scene together that plays like the gravediggers in Hamlet against the backdrop of the movie, and even though they were both practically waving signs reading COMIC RELIEF, I giggled at them.  Renner, as the agent gone desk jockey returned to agency is the least of the truly bad acting in the movie, and if the editing had been better, I’d have believed him a lot more.

 

What I didn’t like:

I am usually able to get right into a movie and enjoy it for the story without paying attention to things like editing, or blocking, or direction, but as soon as we were past the Ethan Hunt entrance (which played very well), it was all I could see.  In several scenes (Paula Patton, leaning over a dying agent/Cruise, Renner, Patton, and Peg standing for dialog/Patton and Cruise getting out of a car/Renner giving his character’s back story/And a painfully long, obviously choreographed stunt sequence) you can read the stage direction right along with the actor.  The angles are unnatural in conversation to allow for no backs to the camera, but I haven’t seen such obvious blocking since the Golden Girls sat scrunched around their table for cheesecake, leaving an open seat for Elijah or something.

I would not go so far as to call Patton’s acting execrable, but Denise Richards was more natural as Dr. Christmas Snow.  There was some serious smell-the-fart acting going on with her.  Renner was so far out of this cast’s league that he seemed to be in a different movie.  Pegg was Pegg, and Cruise was Cruise, so that they might as well have just called one another Simon and Tom.  That’s not necessarily a bad thing in Pegg’s case, as likable and twinkling dark fun as he is, but for Cruise?  Well, when we were leaving the theater I told B that I wished I could still watch and enjoy Tom Cruise movies without thinking about Tom Cruise (who needs to keep his shirt on so badly.)  Again, the acting isn’t why you go to one of these movies, so as bad as some of it was, it wasn’t important.

 

What I Hated:

Those effing masks.  Don’t even joke with me about those effing masks, Tom Cruise.  I haven’t forgiven you for MI2.

 

Why You Should See It:

If you enjoy action movies at all, you’ll enjoy this.  It is wall to wall action and stunts with what amount to commercial breaks of  acting and dialog in between.  There is very little gore violence (yay!), no nudity, and the language is very clean, so if your younger tween likes car crashes and you don’t mind letting him/her see some well choreographed fight scenes, you could take a fairly young one to the movie.  They are going to see worse violence on television, but nowhere near the awesomeness of car/building/city destruction.

The theme of the movie is teamwork.  Honest to dog, I turned to B during a final wrap-up scene and sang to him from the WonderPets theme, “What’s gonna work?  Teeeeaaaaamwork!”  Aside from that cheesy bit of ham-fisted foolery in dialog, I thought the theme worked nicely for a 12-14 year old audience–maybe even 10 or 11 depending on your child’s level of video game play.  I would probably let Thor watch this at around 12.

In hindsight, it felt a lot like an episode of Chuck on steroids, so I enjoyed myself.  I love Chuck and am going to be so sad when it goes away.

 

In sum:  Go see MI4 for fun.  You won’t be sorry.  3.5 out of 5 stars from me.

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Love, Laughs, and Laps


I did see this quote on the internet, which means it could very well have come from Abraham Lincoln and not Maurice Sendak, but given that warning, it still meant something to me to read this quote attributed to Maurice Sendak: “Once a little boy sent me a charming card with a little drawing on it. I loved it. I answer all my children’s letters — sometimes very hastily — but this one I lingered over. I sent him a card and I drew a picture of a Wild Thing on it. I wrote, ‘Dear Jim: I loved your card.’ Then I got a letter back from his mother and she said, ‘Jim loved your card so much he ate it.’ That to me was one of the highest compliments I’ve ever received. He didn’t care that it was an original Maurice Sendak drawing or anything. He saw it, he loved it, he ate it.”

C.S. Lewis, in his book on love, writes of loving someone so much you want to eat them up.  “Love you?  I am you!” Is one of the expressions he uses to convey that feeling.  I know that feeling well.

That is the feeling that makes me kiss the soles of my son’s feet, and that spot on my husband’s forehead, right between his eyebrows.  It is the feeling that compells me to growl like a beast and pretend to gnaw up Thor’s neck, while he giggles and howls, and to blow fantastic raspberries on my B’s belly.  It is the feeling that inspires bone cracking bear hugs, awesome tickle fights, and the best laughter on earth.

The boys went off on a Man-Trip with Granddad this past weekend, leaving me all alone.  I was delighted when they came home.  I missed them!  I think Thor might have missed me a little because he grabbed me, sniffed my hair and said, “I don’t know how you smell so good!” before running off again. 

And my wish for all you readers today, is that you love someone or something so much that you want to eat them/it*. 

While they were gone, I thought to catch up with my movie watching.  You know, the shows they wouldn’t want to watch anyway (or that Thor isn’t old enough to screen.)  You know what I ended up watching?  The Godfather.

I’d never seen it before, and since I’ve fallen so hard for Boardwalk Empire, I thought maybe I should view the –er– godfather of all mobster movies.  It was funny how much of the dialog I knew, just from the social vernacular.  I half quoted Marlon Brando’s opening monologue along with him (something else I can’t do when the boys are at home–act out the movies as they go.) 

I’ll be honest, I thought the first fifteen minutes were awful and boring.  It didn’t get good until they shot Vito Corelone, and then I was interested.  No, then I was hooked and I really enjoyed the rest.

I also watched Bad Teacher on Saturday.  As black comedies go, that one was pretty funny.  I do wish people would stop trying to make Justin Timberlake The Actor happen, though.  He is hilarious on SNL, but otherwise, he is strictly Disney style.  Really.  Watch that video.  God bless him.  He tries.  But he succeeds at making great music.  Anyway.  Bad Teacher=Okay Movie.

In other news completely, this is my  new lap swim toy:

90010 Combination Sport Count Ring

It’s a lap counter for swimmers–looks huge, doesn’t it?  Nope.  It fits on your finger like a secret decoder ring!  It is so cool, y’all.  I was swimming this morning, watching the timer while I stroked, and pretending I was a spy who had planted a device and was swimming away as the countdown ran.  That lasted me two laps before Sweet Child of Mine came on my mp3 player and I had to concentrate on not playing air guitar underwater.  I am that nerd.

 
What do you think about when you work out?  I have to entertain myself.

*Don’t really eat anyone, okay?  That’s not mentally healthy.

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American Horror Story


I’m not much for scary stories.  Ghost stories are all right (because I don’t believe in them), but toenails scraping on the windshield stories?  No.  Can’t do it.  However, in light of the fact that some of my favorite actors/characters from other shows are popping up on American Horror Story (Tammy Taylor, Zoe,  Albie Grant, Sylar, Russell Effing Edgington!), when I was flipping channels and found it on last night, I stopped for the last half of the episode.  30 minutes later and my skin was crawling.  I had nightmares all night.

What is so scary about it to me?  Certainly not the ghosts (because I don’t believe in them), but the family’s very real feelings of helplessness, anxiety, and fear.  Dylan McDermott and Connie Britton are brilliant actors–even in half an hour they had convinced me that they were what they are pretending to be.  I especially liked watching the subtle changes in McDermott as he told a great, big whopper of a lie.

What else is scary?  The universal fear that everyone else is in on the joke.  Everyone else knows the important secret and no one is telling you.  That is central to this show’s plot.  So is the twilight lighting in every scene.  Just on the edge of dark, where your vision plays its easiest tricks on you, graying out the fringes and starting to turn shadows of innocent chairs and lampshades into lurking monsters.  And just so you know, I’d have taken one look at that house and demanded to go to a Motel 6.  I don’t care what kind of money problems we’re having.  We are NOT living there.  No.

When we moved to Texas, we moved into a suicide house.  Of course I didn’t know this immediately.  I found out after I had been sleeping in the suicide bedroom for months.  I was eleven, and already convinced something was horribly wrong with our house.  Finding out that someone had taken his life right where I was sleeping…no.  I did believe in ghosts then.

 

So here is what I thought was wrong with the show:

  1. Jessica Lange’s plastic surgery
  2. The lighting–Connie Britton is looking harsh in that light, and everyone’s skin looks dirty
  3. The editing.  At one point, Britton and McDermott are having a violent argument with ghosts, and the very next screen–inside of the same scene even–it is as though they don’t even realize that was happening.  And, there was the hospital scene that set us up for horrors and then…petered out?
  4. Continuity.  Dang.  So the Harmons (B&McD) leave the house to go to the hospital (after their house was home invaded by murderous people 2 weeks ago), leaving their daughter alone (in the home invasion house).  Enough time passes that the daughter misses a loud knocking at the door, then a murder in front of her house–literally–ambulances and police sirens and lights, and a hysterical woman screaming on her lawn, and I am assuming she misses the entire crime scene and investigation because when she finally does hear a knock (long after the trick-or-treat traffic has gone–Did I mention it was Halloween?) all she sees is the guy who helped her father kill that other girl–no cop cars behind him.  And her parents, who have conceivably just found out they are expecting Rosemary’s Baby, say they are on their way home when she calls to complain of him.  Britton is STILL IN THE STIRRUPS  when she calls.
  5. Glee.  I hate Glee.