Last night, I took
I liked this film a lot. It was tough and brutal, appropriate to the story concept. Emotionally well wrought. The herky jerky camera style bothered me at first, but then I settled in to the look of the film and stopped noticing it. The writer in me really wanted to understand the backstory &mndash; how did society get herez? — but those questions were never answered in the film. Taking the story as it was on the surface worked very well for me. And
So did a lot of other people. The movie’s opening weekend grossed $214 million worldwide. Nearly record-breaking, as I understand things. Contrast to the lackluster performance of John Carter [ imdb ], which I liked as much for different reasons. The Hunger Games had a much better script and far more realized characters, but they were both a lot of fun.
And boy was my daughter pleased.