Film Reviews, Words


This weekend, the hotly anticipated film adaptation of the newest YA novel sensation, The Hunger Games, opened to gazillions of dollars and confirmed that Katniss Everdeen is Hollywood’s next big thing. And, as an avid (and pushy!) fan of the dsytopic series, I obviously went to see it. I admit that I was extremely nervous, despite long supporting Jennifer Lawrence as Katniss. She was exactly as I imagined Katniss to be in Winter’s Bone and, despite being older, curvier, whiter, and blonder than our literary heroine, I felt like she could capture the essence of “The Girl on Fire.” I was not wrong. Jennifer Lawrence’s performance, though beautified to fit Hollywood standards (come on, she’s supposed to be stinky and smelly and burned and have blood coming out of her ear, not have eyeliner on!), captures the hardness and determination of Katniss with just the look in her eyes and the set of her mouth. Well, as much as the script, co-written by original author Suzanne Collins, allows her to… but more on that later. 



Film Reviews, Words

To begin, I have to get this off my chest: I love Paul Rudd. I have loved Paul Rudd since Clueless when he somehow looked the same age as he does now. Man never ages! He’s like an adorable sweet puppy, who also happens to be really funny. And it is this “Paul Ruddiness” of the main character Ned that essentially carries Our Idiot Brother, despite a first-rate supporting cast of Emily Mortimer (more please!), Elizabeth Banks, and Zooey Deschanal as the sisters to Rudd’s titular idiot brother.