So I saw the Hunger Games today. And I hated it. Hate hate
hate hate HATED it.
Not the movie itself, mind you; thoughts on that will be
forthcoming soon. No, what caused me to leave the theatre so angry that I may
have incinerated a twelve-year-old bystander with the sheer force of my glare
was not the film; it was the other people watching it.
Maybe I just have myself to blame. Because the theatre in
town is the only one within a realistic distance for someone who lacks a car or
a decent pair of hiking boots, the midnight showing was already sold out by the
time I bought tickets. So, being a reasonable person, I decided that 4:00pm the
next day would be just as good. My thinking was that any college students would
still be in class, and with any luck it wouldn’t be as crowded. Perhaps you can
see the flaw in my logic already, because although most college students would be otherwise occupied at 4:00 in the
afternoon, the hordes of crayon-eating middle-schoolers released from their
pens across the street would not be.
I could see the issue almost immediately; from the moment I
arrived at the theatre there was a little pack of the creatures milling around
out front. It was even worse inside; I spotted only three people other than
myself who were over the age of 16, and almost everyone was a girl. Not
entirely surprising, really—for whatever reason, the media had started
comparing the Hunger games, a young adult novel about children murdering each
other for sport, with everyone’s favorite broody-vampire series—and as a result,
it looked like every pubescent female within a five mile radius had piled into
the theatre that day. I fought down a sense of vague foreboding, telling myself
that it would be fine; Oh, past self. How naive you were.
The whole thing was a disaster. The person in front of me
kept texting every five seconds, and had their screen set to brightness levels
that could have been seen from space. There was a constant murmur of talking
throughout almost the entire film—a couple boys sitting a seat away from me who
couldn’t have been older than first grade spent the entire movie loudly narrating
to each other what had just happened. For some reason this person kept randomly
shaking their popcorn tub for five minutes at a time. People were coming in and
out of the theatre like it was your mom on a Friday night (You see? You see
what they’ve driven me to?). Worst of all, during the [SPOILER] single extremely chaste kissing scene
that same first grade boy actually yelled out “Pervert!” [END SPOILER]. So instead
of spending two and a half hours watching the movie, I spent that time fantasizing
about throwing children across rows of tiered theatre seating.
Now, I don’t normally get so intense about talking/texting
in a movie. Normally I can just be that person who sits there quietly imagining
how great it would be to ask them to stop. And I did politely request that the
person put away their phone, which they did; but like a hydra, for every texter
I cut down two arose in their place. It wasn’t just one person being obnoxious,
it was the majority of the audience. And what can you do about that?
A lot of times having a lively audience can be fun; they
laugh at all the jokes, cheer in the right places, and applaud their approval
at the end. Seeing it with an enthusiastic crowd can help you feel more
passionate about the film too. But get a bad audience, and it can be distracting to the point where you can't even enjoy what you're seeing. It was impossible to get into the
movie when I was too busy seething with rage over the people whose sole reason for being there seemed to be vocally mocking all the dramatic parts. Now, I love me a good vocal mocking, but
honestly people? Just do it in the comfort of your own home, where there are no
unstable film fanatics sitting two rows down to quietly plot your demise.
As usual, you write with a brilliance that belies your youth. I am so sorry, of course, for your ruined experience. I'm not sure anyone could have foreseen the type of audience on a Friday afternoon. Why couldn't they wait until the Saturday afternoon matinee? I guess because, like you, they were keen on seeing the movie, but apparently not keen on valuing it for its good (or bad) representation of the book. And where were their parents? Enjoying a Friday afternoon happy hour at the local watering hole? Don't parents evaluate the content of movies and their children's maturity level and make an intelligent decision as to the appropriateness of said movie? Or do they just drop them off for a couple of hours of freedom? Especially a movie with a plot like this, ample fodder for parent/child discussion about relationships, loyalties, blind adherence to rituals, the future.
ReplyDeleteI'm anxiously awaiting your take on the movie.
I agree. People need to be more conscientious about what movies their kids are seeing, or at the very least try and teach them good movie-watching etiquette.
DeleteI am guilty of the former (think Book of Eli) but I hope I have succeeded in the latter.
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