It begins with a 90 minute fashion show masquerading as a sci-fi epic, and ends abruptly.
Because “Hunger Games: Catching Fire,” is the most female-friendly/runway ready sci-fi franchise ever, and we’re not above pandering to that audience, are we? And the latest film in the four film trilogy is meant to a cliffhanger, after all.
But once things get going, FINALLY get underway, this humorless chatterbox of intrigues, rebellion and a love triangle that seems “Twilighty” in its lovelessness, packs in some real pathos. And while it may leave fans begging for more, and right away, the rest of the universe can be excused for rolling its collective eyes and snapping, “Oh, for Peeta’s sake, get ON with it.”
The victors in the 74th Hunger Games are touring the land, sharing their “love story for the ages” at the behest of The Capital, and The President, played by Donald Sutherland.
President Snow knows all, including the fact that Katniss and Peeta don’t click as a couple.
“At what point did he realize the depth of your indifference towards him?”
Katniss also knows too much and senses the unrest in the land, which worries the daylights out of Snow. Perhaps she’ll use her manufactured celebrity to inspire a revolt.
“Remember who the REAL enemy is.”
And they cannot leave her and Peeta to their dull District 12 mining lives, where Katniss can share her REAL feelings with hunky miner Gale (Liam Hemsworth).
So the “next” Hunger Games, the 75th, the “Quarter Quell” event, will round up lots of recent winners/survivors of the Games to go at it, to the death, to get these symbolic young lovers/would-be revolutionaries out of the way. Aiding President Snow’s designs are Plutarch, the Game builder (Philip Seymour Hoffman). He envisions turning the public against Katniss.
A favorite moment –the president tells Plutarch, “This is what you predicted,” as the games unfold. Except that ISN’T what he predicted.
They spent more on production design for this wintry, woodsy sequel to “The Hunger Games.” Jennifer Lawrence has since won an Oscar and has grown into a formidable young woman, and Josh Hutcherson’s voice has deepened and has real screen presence, now. The acting is better, with Jeffrey Wright, Amanda Plummer, Jenna Malone and Sam Claflin brought in as games players.
Lionsgate hired an Oscar winning screenwriter (Simon “Slumdog” Beaufoy) and “Constantine/I Am Legend” director Francis Lawrence to handle both this film and the upcoming pair of “Mockingjay” movies. Which doesn’t exactly pay dividends. Beaufoy was rewritten by Michael “Oblivion” Arndt. Francis Lawrence is nobody’s idea of an A-list sci-fi director.
Woody Harrelson’s Haymitch, the veteran of the Games who conspires to keep our two Mockingjay lovebirds alive, evolves into a nobler if still boozy mentor. Elizabeth Banks has even more outlandish costumes and makeup as Effie, the couple’s PR consultant, but nothing funny to say or play.
Only Stanley Tucci, all teeth and purple hair in a ponytail, wrings laughs from this grim slog through the middle acts of novelist Suzanne Collins’ YA opus.
Not that it’s supposed to be that amusing, but something is needed to break up the glumness. Deep thoughts about re-directing cynically manipulated celebrity, lump in the throat moments at people rising up against their oppressors, a couple of memorable deaths and attempts at sacrifice play as flat when there’s nothing around them to serve as contrast.
“Catching Fire” has promising themes where young people trapped in a cutthroat competition question authority and try to reason their way out of a kill-or-be-killed fate.
But the sad realization sinks in, just as the fashion show is ending and the action movie is beginning, that this is as good as Lionsgate cares to make these pictures. The die is cast for the rest of the series.
Maybe “Divergent,” the March, 2014 “Hunger Games” knockoff starring Shailene Woodley, will be better.
MPAA Rating: PG-13 for intense sequences of violence and action, some frightening images, thematic elements, a suggestive situation and language .
Cast: Jennifer Lawrence, Josh Hutcherson, Liam Hemsworth, Woody Harrelson, Elizabeth Banks, Stanley Tucci, Jeffrey Wright
Credits: Directed by Francis Lawrence, written by Simon Beaufoy and Michael Arndt, based on the Suzanne Collins novel. A Lionsgate release.
Running time: 2:26
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And that’s how to make a ridiculous review.
I so agree.
There’s always someone who goes against the grain just to get attention
You’re totally wrong.
Wow, did you even see the movie?
Or do you just have a lot of prejudices?
Yes, I did see it. Did you?
I saw it at the Berlin Premiere and no Sir, I`m not a teenage fangirl. Sorry to say that but your review reads like a collage of every cliched complaint you’ve ever seen about this franchise. It would be funny if not for all the eye-rolling. I respect negative reviews when they’re written well (there’s usually a lot of truth in what they say), but yours is pretty elementary.
And that Mr. Reed comes from a woman in her end twenties with a Master Degree in Politics who actually really enjoyed such a “female friendly” masterpiece. Sorry for my English it`s only my third language.
Perhaps a little less time embellishing your “credentials” for reviewing a movie and a more careful read and you wouldn’t be calling an internationally syndicated critic by the wrong name. German. Fan. Girl.
Let me correct it for you darling…Russian. Fan. Girl.
From an internationally syndicated critic I would have expected a decent review with some valid facts why you rated it rotten. Instead of that we got just a ridiculous and ignorant analysis and now you`re expecting what exactly? Respect?! Attention?! Traffic?!
But never mind….from Russia with love to “Mr. Internationally. Syndicated. Critic. Reed…oh pardon…Moore” or whatever…
Did you rebut anything? Do you know what “facts” or value judgements look like? Perhaps in Russian. Or German. Three languages, unable to render a coherent argument in…at least one.