I enjoyed the first couple very much, yes, but can only assume they obliterated the third’s original text, because caring about Katniss, the Capitol, Peeta, Primrose, Panem and promos has worn me out! When Lenny Kravitz’s [Cinna] fashion renderings took center stage for what felt like twenty minutes, I thought to myself, “Is this what Katniss has been reduced to? Promos and dresses? Oy vey!” She, defender of the realm and kick-ass archer, deserves better targets. Plus, the attraction to elfboy Josh Hutcherson simply does not compute for me. He seems more like a gerbil that should be protected than a dear friend or potential love interest. And lastly, I was saddened to think this was Philip Seymour Hoffman’s final movie. He made his bed, but it doesn’t make watching his last outing any more tolerable. I will choose to remember him in Capote, The Savages, or Before the Devil Knows You’re Dead.
