So I went to see the Hunger Games movie.
It was pretty good with some underlying issues.
Reports of its quality are greatly exaggerated.
At last, it’s the final chapter.
Last time on the childmurder games, the childmurder games concluded with a whimper.
And now the post-game shenanigans.
Anyway, on to the next chapter. Something’s chasing them.
Last time on the childmurder games, it was a lovely mix of boredom, squick, and terrible implications. Then finally the rain stopped and they accidentally killed another child.
Well, let’s finish this.
Let’s continue to the twenty-third chapter. In the home stretch now!
This is terrible.
It opens with Katniss covering the cave with rocks. She leaves a small opening, but it no longer looks like a cave.
Wherein Katniss continues to be reactive and unheroic.
Romance and Injuries.
You know, I’m not one to demand total uncertainty. The fact the protagonist lives is never really in doubt here, and there’s no need to jump through hoops in a doomed attempt to make it suspenseful. But at this point, there’s nothing at all left to wonder.
No, really.
Last time on the childmurder games, the obvious happens.
Worse, it’s also the more boring option. But it manages to make up for it by being absolutely horrible for the rest of the chapter.
Last time, Katniss blew up the food.
Last time on the Hunger Games, Katniss decided to change things up and turn them into the Hunger Games, and I complain of titling fail.
And now, Rue.