I still remember watching The Hunger Games for the first time purely by accident. At the end of the second year of high school, the same class gathered to do nothing and plunged into the movie theater to pick the Hunger Games with the most convenient time. In the following time, I will feel despair and struggle in the dark theater, feel the love of the same age, and feel the salty and wet tears.
The Hunger Games means a lot to me. Throughout my senior year of high school, which was a race against time, every time I went through the last night before the exam, I put down the book in my hand. Turn on your computer and watch the first Hunger Games again. Watch the girl on fire, watch them panic and despair for survival and unreal love. Watch them finally win with a taste of threatening, watch them on the train leaving Capitol, watch Katniss just look out the window, it's freezing cold. Finally, I silently said to myself who was about to take the exam, maybe the odds be ever in your favor
The Hunger Games has been watched no less than ten times, and the second has been read five times. I bought the original English version and kept it at hand; I finally got the time to read the Chinese translation in college. And Mockingjay was amazing for me and the similar original party, and it was a perfect rendition. The movie can't show all the details because of the length, but every line is in its proper place and deserves careful consideration, and every scene is exactly as I imagined: even if it is ruins, forests and grasslands; So is death. Every actor is irresistible. Needless to say, the big cousin is Katniss. The appearance of Little Rose is also surprising, and the crooked mouth is the finishing touch of the whole film. Josh, who doesn't have many crazy and thin scenes, is still so delicious and pale. Indeed, there are no more Hunger Games, no more elaborate scene designs, no ridiculous pre-game interviews and evaluations, no more trepidation and mutual suspicion. Only stand and fight, only we burn, and you will burn with us.
It's good to see young love, and I think of the account of this feeling in the novel. But I also saw the intricacies of hope and despair through the blood-red eyes of the eldest cousin at the end of the film. Suddenly I thought of Karen's Northern Lights: "How many nights have passed away and never come back. That haggard has been deeply embedded in the skin. Every night is hopeful, both desolate and rotten." This is the young desperate love.
Think of the white roses thrown by President Snow, think of him saying It is the things we love most that destroy us. I felt that the temperature on my body was getting colder by inch, and I was awakened again and again; I was surrounded by tears and drowned, and I couldn't stop. I remember that when I was deeply hungry, every nerve was begging for food, and no one would understand eroticism at such a moment. And in The Hunger Games, we cry out for love and hope in our hunger.
For all who don't love this movie, also may the odds be ever in your favor
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