–A Weekly Chronicle Series
I’ve watched The Hunger Games and yes it was a little late. There have been gazillion reviews about it going viral on the internet .Even so, here’s my own take. It wasn’t my usual movie-experience because literally, I lurked in the dark velvet-alley and reclined in front of the widescreen, alone. Don’t look at me like a social-outcast-loner. I had bunch of friends who goes to movies but that particular afternoon, no one was generously available.
Not being sappy about it although most people went with their friends in two’s or in packs. Others were even rowdy. That was the annoying part. Ugh! I just couldn’t stand when one had to predict each climactic scene obviously to imply he/she had heartily memorized the poignant lines. Yes you’ve read the book but we’re here to watch. You don’t need to shout prattling about it. Too rankling, too bad it was dark. I couldn’t show my irritated expression. Enough said, let’s move on without being grouchy.
Although I was my own mini companion, I didn’t feel like a lost pariah amidst the crowd. Confident and I felt more like sitting over for my two friends; Gary Ross’ much awaited interpretation of Suzanne Collins’ famous dystopian novel.
I couldn’t help comparing it on the scenes vividly playing on my mind. Anyone who had read the book did the same thing, I guess. More often than not, we concluded our own versions are better. Didn’t we? I told my friend about this and let me quote her saying “Sometimes the book kills the chance of the movie to please us”. So do I have to repeat the cliché “The book is always better, always”?
Probably because we articulately visualized how those paragraphs and lines should be presented in our own cinematic minds, with subtle musical scores in between. I’m not wondering why I shed few tears reading the book and felt gut-wrenching episodes on some chapters but not even teary-eyed or perplexed watching the film. It was alright. Maybe I was playing safe; crying and shrieking alone would have made me looked more pathetic. Odd, it must have been!
With much respect to Gary Ross and the people who made the film, two-thumbs up! It wasn’t gory and overly-sentimental, only touching the right intimate and indispensable parts. I was still hungry for more thrills and excitement after. However it was polished and sincerely made. I’ll be coming back for the next part of the trilogy Catching Fire, definitely! Am I going to be alone again? That, I’m not so sure of.
It was raining outside. Ending the solo-movie experience with a hot cappuccino suited the cold mood perfectly.
Savoring my coffee alone was also bliss. I supposed there’s nothing wrong about it. Yet everyone was in a group that night like they would have a large conference at Starbucks. I caught some eyes staring at me. “Something must be wrong with these people”, I uttered to myself. Do they even know the phrase “there is joy in being solitary”? I should have plastered it on their foreheads.
Solitude is fine and profound in our much clamored lives. But if you can’t well enough handle glares and self-talking episodes on socially congested places , don’t do it more often.