As a loud, proud and unabashed fan of YA literature across the board, I am completely unashamed to confess my excitement for the coming of the final installation of the Hunger Games series.
A reader of the books before the films emerged, I was prepared for disappointment, and I was completely wrong. While I still have strong feelings about Peeta’s height, I confess that JLaw is a wonderful Katniss, that the majority of the casting has been flawless, and that the films captured the spirit of rebellion and anarchy that the novels never quite fully explored.
Ahead of the final film, then, I am counting down the days ’til release. Feel free to count them with me, darling tribute, while we engage in the following…
Watching all of the preceding films
They are all available on Netflix and they are all excellent, so there is absolutely no excuse for not committing eight hours of your life to this cause in early November. Revisit, with me, Rue’s death (aargh), Peeta’s hijacking (AARGH) and everything else in between.
Re-reading all of the books
This would be a task, if the film was the final installment of Lord of The Rings, say, or Harry Potter. As it is though, Suzanne Collins’ volumes are the perfect size to fit in your handbag and whip out on the commute. If anyone sitting opposite you reading a Booker prize shortlisted novel gives you superior glances, sing The Hanging Tree at them until they apologise/leave the train.
Listening to the soundtracks
I am a New Zealander so naturally I think the Lorde-curated final soundtrack is the best of the three, but the truth of the matter is that all three are loaded with CHOONS and some solid, dark, rebellious thoughts. Excellent for a grumpy lunch break, a painful running session, a vigorous sex session or all three at once.
Refine your own Hunger Games technique
Just as all of us have, on at least one occasion, wondered if Harry Potter is a documentary and we mere blind muggles, so too is it possible that the Hunger Games might bear down upon us. The X Factor is not so different. Be prepared, friends, just in case. Learn to shoot an arrow/track/climb a tree really fast. Learn not to trust your friends. Learn to run. This is for your own dang good.
Prepare yourself to hate Liam Hemsworth
Yes, he’s beautiful, and it’s going to be difficult. But you know what I’m talking about. You know.
Prepare yourself to cry
I cry when, like, a cat licks a puppy. Books sometimes make me cry, movies often do. Given that I wept like a dying person at the close of Mockingjay, the book, I suspect that the film is going to leave me a shrivelled up piece of ham on the floor of the cinema. Try not to stand on me if you see me.
Alternatively to all this, you could simply raise three fingers in the air and make sure you don’t forget to book your tickets for November 19th. If you don’t do it soon, you know what will happen to the odds.
(They won’t be in your favour).
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