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Sunday, 29 April 2012

  • Da Bulls...

    ...are probably done?

    I haven't been watching Basketball much this season, so I can't determine how well they'd do without Derrick Rose.  But my best guess is, they'll wither away off the radar eventually.  Seemed to me that Rose has quickly become a major factor for the Bulls and, like any other major factor, got taken for granted and had tons of hopes, dreams, desires, wishes, and expectations placed on his shoulders.   Because of that, he was utilized like a puppet out there to make things amazing, and usually, major factors really can make games amazing. But the downfall of that is that petty human thing.  Yep, even the invincible superstars are invincible. Rose, from what I understand, has been injured like crazy this year, obviously proving his fragility.  The most crucial factor early on in the season should have been to protect him during the playoffs and eventually the finals. You never risk injuring a player when the game is already in their favor.  If he is truly valuable, he'd be utilized when it's supposed to count.  At least that's how it should be.

    Here's what I said on another website:

    "I'm not one with any right to declare how good the Bulls are or aren't with Rose, since I haven't really been watching Basketball this year. But my definite first thought after seeing Rose go down was, "Uhh...why is he even out there?" Coach can defend his decision to keep him there all he'd like, but in my opinion, if you want to risk keeping your star player in the game simply because you're fearful of letting the Sixers get too confident that they'd have a shot, then that means that you have zero confidence in the remainder of your team to maintain a decent lead with a little over a minute to go. It's too much reliance on one player to put a stop to something as if it can't be in anyone else's hands. A decision like that, this early in the playoffs with a team as nonthreatening as the Sixers (at least in the longrun) was a definite wrong one, and Coach Thib will likely pay for it dearly. It's a shame."

    I've heard the argument out there that in the Playoffs, you never let the opposing team build momentum.  Never let them get the upper hand.  I agree with that assessment.  But at what point does that claim become moot?  At what point is the potential of an opposing team running in to steal the victory just a fairytale? Well in this particular case, when there's barely over a minute left in the game is the answer.  If the score was more neck and neck, a mere couple of points maybe, then yes...take that risk if you feel you must. But a 12 point gap with only a minute-ish left to play against a weaker team on your own home court where the audience is your fuel, that isn't a desperate situation.  Sure, maybe it could have become desperate even in the minute's worth of time, but what are the odds of that? Slim to none. Thibodeau was plain and simply prematurely scared about something that may or may not have happened, and now Derek Rose has paid for that fear.  Sure, his injury was probably just an accident waiting to happen, but it could have happened on different terms than it did this night.  I think that's what people find the most frustrating.  Not that it happened, but that it happened when it was actually preventable.  If the score was closer and Rose made this crazy move to the basket that won the game, but tearing his ACL in the process, I'd venture to say that people would have been more forgiving. But it's hard to forgive poor coaching decisions when the decision was made solely on fear or unrealistic expectations.  Yes, miracles can happen, but that's exactly what the Sixers coming back and winning the game would have been: a miracle.  

    No coach is perfect.  No coach will make the right decisions each and every time.  They are human, after all.  But this is one costly mistake.  The Bulls are, no doubt, still a strong team.  But unfortunately, too much was put on Rose's shoulders in that the Bulls can't really go the distance without him.  And obviously, even the coach himself believes that to be the case, the Bulls unable to go the distance even with so little time on the clock.  Otherwise, Derrick Rose would have been sitting comfortably at the bench, resting up for Game 2 as it should have been. You never know what each new NBA season will bring, do ya? So unpredictable and disappointing, though.  I still have my soft spot for LeBron, but lately the Heat have been mutating into this arrogant sort of team that parades itself like they're entitled to everything they want.  It's why I hate the Celtics and most definitely why I hate the Lakers.  I prefer the LeBron pre-Heat days. If there was one team I was rooting for, it was the Bulls. Now, I'm not so sure.  I still enjoy watching LeBron when I could, though.  I enjoyed him today when the Heat slaughtered the Knicks. Regardless of the Ref's bogus calls on many of those plays, I felt like I was watching my Cavalier LeBron again. Taking over the game. Strutting his strength and skill. I miss that.  But bleh, I hate what the Heat are becoming.  Grr to Derrick Rose's injury.  But at least I got to see him.

Friday, 20 April 2012

  • If Only...

    Is today your last day?  We never really think about it.  And why would we? We get caught up in our day to day lives, getting into our routines, making our plans, and thinking we'll be around to experience everything we want out of life.  We assume that death will find us when we're old and gray, having completed everything we ever set out to do with no regrets.  Who's going to bother thinking that at any given moment, your life can be snuffed out, canceling out everything you've ever set your mind and heart to?  Just like THAT?  We never think it will happen.  But it does.  And when we least expect it.  Often when we NEVER expect.  Heck, let's face it.  It's usually always when we don't even expect it at all.  It's intricately random, and randomly intricate.  The web of life criss-crossing into itself at any given turn and angle, forcing two fates to merge and crash into each other.  And sometimes it's not even force. Sometimes it's just one simple choice that creates the domino effect that will inevitably lead to one's demise.  To think that the opposite choice could have brought different results, like surviving another day.  And yet, will those different results be better or worse than what the other result could have lead to?  

    What if, in the middle of a bad storm, you choose to turn left on the road instead of right.  The choice eventually leads you to a stop sign that just so happens to be situated near that old hunk of dead tree that finally gives way beneath the force of the powerful winds at just the moment your car comes to a stop.  It lands on top of your car, and then you're gone.  From one choice sprang up a whole series of events, almost as if it's supposed to be that way.  You were certain you'd make it home, as you've done a million times even amidst the most dangerous of storms. You would never suspect that the old oak tree, which was set to be removed the following morning anyway, would be a risk to your life on a night you chose one path instead of the other.  And yet, if you had chosen right on the road instead of left, that decision could have lead to something different, other than your continued life.  Sure, you'd live to see another day, but then, that doesn't apply to the poor man running through the rain in a rush to get home because his car stalled a ways down the road, a man who--because you had poor visibility--was struck by your car and pulled beneath the tires to his death.  On one end, your own death.  On the other, his.  What choice is the better choice then? There's no way to know what choice is the better one in the larger scheme of things. 

    Oh what frail lives we lead.  Oh how easily we can be robbed of them. We never know what our choices will lead to.  We never know if the one choice will turn out to be the wrong one.  And we'd never know what could have been if we'd made the opposite choice.  We'd never know if one choice, while it may be wrong for us, may be right for someone else.  Perhaps death is simply something we're not supposed to know, because in our simple human hands, we can only manage so much.

    Let's go back to my original example and say that the man in the rain was rushing home because he had overheard his wife fall down the stairs as she was speaking to him on the phone.  She is laying on the floor unconscious, and the baby in her arms was pinned beneath her in the fall.  Sure, he calls the police, but know they'd never get there quicker than he would, but his car stalls a mere mile down the road after his U-turn.  So he decides to make a run for it in the storm, blanketed by the leaves and rain stinging at his face, obliterating his visibility so the driver of the car coming down the road doesn't see him, even despite his headlights.  He is struck in an instant, but it's the pull beneath the massive weight of the tires that kills him.  He never saw it coming.  He never makes it home to his fallen wife and child.  And the driver has no idea where the man was headed.  His wife regains consciousness to discover that her baby had been smothered beneath her body.  Gone just the same.  It's a morbid thought, but the concept is ever so true sometimes in this real world we live in.  We live our lives, weaving in and out of the lives of everyone around us, not quite knowing how what we encounter can impact someone else's life.  Maybe if you had chosen that left turn after all, it would only be your own life snuffed out instead of two lives.  Maybe if you have a pre-conceived notion of any upcoming events, you'd make different choices. 

    But none of us know the future.  None of us are as in control of our lives as we may think we are.  Sure, we have God-given free will and can definitely make choices and apply our own actions.  But it's only God who knows the bigger picture, who can see our pasts, presents, and futures and knows how it will all come together.  There's no telling if in our own deaths, we'd in turn help bring about another scheme of things that may have never happened if we didn't continue on the trek we are meant to be on.  If you were that driver and you chose left instead of right, you'd be dead beneath the tree, but the father would have made it home to tend to his fallen wife and child.  He could have arrived there just in time.  And the police and ambulance will have arrived there too, moments later.  His whole family would have been spared a grueling tragedy of leaving a wife and mother without a child and without a husband. His baby will grow up and become a man one day, a man who will in turn change the lives of so many other people.  And all because he survived on one stormy night that could have turned out differently if you had chosen right instead of left.  No.  I don't think we're ever meant to know our fates or futures or destinies or whatever else.  We just have to believe that any random act of ours will somehow, someway, be for the best.  If not for us, then for someone else.

    That's so hard to believe, though.  I know this.   It's so hard to find reason or meaning in so many situations, especially the tragic ones.  Can it still be possible that someone gruesome or tragic death still has some bigger purpose in the grand scheme of things?  Maybe so, maybe not.  Maybe this is just my pathetic human way of trying to grasp things much bigger than I am.  But there's no grand purpose for something as meaningless as death.  It's not God's doing.  Though I can't even begin to fathom the mystery of it all.  Why it all happens.

    A woman is happily married and gives birth to a baby girl.  Ten years later mark her daughter's golden birthday, April 10th. So she decides to surprise her at her school with cupcakes. Chances are, she made her daughter's day, likely made her feel super special for being the birthday girl to get a special visit from mom with yummy cupcakes.  They likely made plans the same evening to celebrate.  "I'll see you after school, sweetie!" she may have uttered.  Maybe even an "I love you" too.  She leaves the school without another thought, without ever thinking that if she had lingered for only 5 seconds longer with her daughter, or if she had driven just a little bit slower (or even quicker) she wouldn't have been in the perfect position to be broadsided by a semi with two trailers.  Its driver?  Apparently caught up in a coughing fit, which distracted him enough to not pay mind to the red light ahead of him, or the SUV that crossed his path. He slams into the side of the vehicle as she is turning left onto the main road, plowing her vehicle clear across the median onto the opposing traffic.  She is killed instantly.  And just like THAT, lives will forever be changed.  If only her daughter was born on the 9th or 11th.  If only she didn't go out of her way to make it special.  If only the trucker took a different road. If only he had water to ease his cough (if he actually had one). If only.  All I can think is "God, please forbid the daughter from every blaming herself for 'causing' her mom to die on her birthday." Never ever let her believe such a thing.

    A woman makes the decision to move back to her home state to help raise her grandchild.  Maybe she wrestled the idea in her mind, maybe weighed the pros and cons.  She finally makes her choice, and moves back to Indiana from her home in Texas.  It will be a wondeful thing to spend time with her grandchild anyway, to watch him grow and be the grandma she loves to be. But when the young man storms into her job wearing a Jason mask, everything changed. She complies to his demands, and gives up both of her tills to him.  Maybe her heart pounded in her chest, maybe even began to relax a bit as he began to leave with his stolen treasure.  That is, until he turned back around and pointed the gun in her direction, firing it into her chest.  She didn't die, but it isn't over.  He goes behind the counter and shoots her in the head.  And that time, she wasn't so lucky.  No rhyme or reason. And instead of being just a thief, a young man made the choice to be a murderer.  If only she had stayed in Texas. If only she had found a different job. If only he himself had found a job so that becoming a thief and murderer would never be on his agenda.  If only.

    A teenager takes a walk in the rain to fetch some munchies from a nearby store dressed in a hoodie.  He happens to look suspicious to a man who in turn decides to watch him and make the teenager feel threatened and fearful.  He pursues.  Or does he withdraw?  We can never really know.  A scuffle breaks out, started by one of them, and the teenager is killed.  Maybe the teenager ran and the man attacked, or maybe the man retreated and the teenager attacked, but either way, they crossed paths and the end result was tragic.  If only he munched something at home instead of going to a store.  Or if only the watchman decided to leave him be when he saw him walking. Or if only he decided not to carry his gun with him that night. Or if only the teenager's father had another girlfriend who didn't live in a gated community that was routinely watched by a man who'd watch just a little too closely, close enough to realize that the teenager wasn't a normal resident.  If only everyone just kept their distance and not try to present themselves as something they weren't, be it intentionally or not.  Whether it's a vigilante or a criminal, conclusions were drawn based on looks and someone had to die. If only.

    These are all true stories.  The first two scenarios happened here in my hometown.  They haunted me for days.  The woman robbed at gun point and then killed wasn't someone I knew personally, but I know the location it happened. I'm 15 minutes away from it.  I used to live 5 minutes away.  It's a high-risk place for robberies. But no one ever dies. Unfortunately, she did. And so uselessly.  But what struck me hard was the tragic truck accident a week ago, which happened a mere two street lights down from my job.  It struck too close to me, because that woman was one I DID know.  She just so happened to be one of our clients.  I knew her name.  I've forgotten her face until I saw a picture of her. And then it all came together.  I knew her.  She always smiled. I spoke with her on the phone a mere month ago.  And I never thought for a moment that any of those moments would be the last to interact with someone who will be killed a week or so later. That just doesn't happen.  

    And there are countless other examples out there.  Whether they be freak accidents or gruesome murders, it's all the same: events that are heart-shattering and out of our control.  We just simply do not know when our last days are.  We don't know if at any given moment something will be stripped away from us.  We all wish our deaths will take place when we're old and gray and sleeping through a very good dream, never to awaken. But we don't always get that, do we?  We've just gotta live our lives right to the best of our ability. At least that's something we can control.  

Tuesday, 27 March 2012

  • The Hunger Games

    Saw it twice this weekend.  Not only because I always did want to see it more than once, but also because I wanted to like it more than when I saw it the first time.  Does that mean I didn't like it the first time?  Not at all.  I'm already blaming my problems with it on simply my own nitpickiness.  Of wanting too much of the book.  And though the movie had PLENTY of the book, it just had so much of the book that the scenes felt a little....watery.  Diluted.  In other words, they put so much into it for seemingly the sake of including it, instead of adding the necessary weight to make it work.  That's why, despite the length of the movie, it felt rushed and short anyway.

    Makes me wonder why they chose to leave out certain bits and not others. I can't believe I'm about to say this, but it's almost as if I'd rather have less scenes from the books in the movie if the scenes that ARE in the movie carry the exact same emotion the book does.  If they don't carry that emotional weight, then what's the use of including them?  I'm aware that I'm in the minority, though, because it seems that many fans of the books are still loving the movie regardless of what's missing.  And I guess I can very easily feel differently if the opposite were the case.  That too much was left out of the movie that was in the book and that it doesn't do justice, etc etc.  But I can't really say since that isn't the case.

    Anyhow, despite my being aware that I'm being nitpicky, I'm going to state my problems anyway.  But to be fair, I'll state my praises too about The Hunger Games.  As is usual for my thorough long-as-hell movie reviews, I'll start with the good, bad, and the ugly, mostly for the sake of expressing my thoughts on the movie, even though I still loved it.

    THE GOOD

    Characters. As in, pretty spot-on representations of what I visualized in the book.  My favorite on-screen character, as far as accuracy goes, was Prim.  Though her role was of course smaller than that of Katniss, I really felt for her during her every bit of screen time.  That little girl gave me chills...made me REALLY feel like she was going through what the movie and book depicts.  What an absolute PERFECT Prim. Gale was well-done too, though a bit underdeveloped to my liking.  Still, he is the spitting image of what Gale was in the book. I was troubled by his lack of an ALMOST declaration of love for Katniss just as he was being pulled away from saying goodbye to her, however. I suppose it won't hurt much, though.  Rue was definitely how I pictured her too, from her size to her sweet, innocent voice.  There were still issues I had with her in other ways, to no fault of the actress, but I'll cover that later. Effie was another bit of perfection.  She was exactly how the book describes, and almost freakishly so.  So chipper and flamboyant, never full realizing the pain of the tributes. Haymitch was another well-done character, as far as looks and personality goes. But just like Rue, I have other issues to no fault of Woody, which I will cover later as well.  Cinna was just....flawless.  A great-looking man portraying a gentle character.  There was nothing that went wrong with him at all.  I just wish I saw more of him.  Last but not least, Katniss.  Though her character was described as skinny and slim, I still think Jennifer did an amazing job bringing Katniss to life.

    The Reaping.  And I actually didn't really see the beauty of it until my second viewing.  At first, I was bothered by the lack of a music score during a majority of the scene. I'm such a music score junkie, that when I don't hear it during a dramatic scene, I find it dull.  And The Reaping, in my opinion, should be VERY dramatic.  So it was odd not to hear anything to enhance that for me.  But my second viewing helped me realize that the quiet of the scene was exactly as how the book describes, and exactly how it's supposed to be.  It's supposed to be so quiet that you can hear a pin drop. And I think the lack of score made it work so much better.  It helped me feel the fear depicted by not just Prim, but also Katniss. The haunting silence of it was very effective.

    Pre-Arena.  Katniss shooting the apple? Perfect.  And I am so GLAD she said that infamous line, "Thank you for your consideration."  The chariot scene was perfect too, from the costumes, to the fire, to the score. True, I wish there was a little more time spent on preparation of it, not just with District 12, but the other Districts.  I would have loved to get to know the other districts before the arena.  But I suppose it was more important to see the flaming suits anyway. The interview was great too.  I am actually surprised they kept Katniss' spinning dress moment too. Even sort of surprised they kept most of Peeta's interview, including the confession of love, even though Katniss' face being on the capital's camera after the fact would have been nice, something to magnify her disapproval of his actions. The training scenes were great too, though a little more focus on specific districts to hone in on their skills wouldn't have been too bad to see. Bleh.

    The Arena/Environment.  The LOOK of it was very good. But then, how difficult can it be to film in a forest?  Though the appearance was accurate, I was disappointed with other factors about the arena, but I'll get to that later. I loved the quiet tension before entering the arena from the glass tubes.  The eerie humming sound that likely haunted our character as a sort of nasty reminder that they will no longer be in the safe haven of the capital and are entering their probable deaths. It so worked.

    Capital.  The look of the city was...in a word, extravagant.  Very futuristic and filled with weird-looking people. It would have been cool to see futuristic things being used at random moments, especially since that's what the book describes at certain situations, but alas, you can't have everything.  The general futuristic theme was there at least.

    Arena Cannons/Anthem.  EXACTLY how I imagined them, as far the look and sound of them.  Too bad they were underused. But more on that later.

    Rue's Death. Pretty well-done. Slightly different from the book as far as execution, but it still worked and the acting was superb on both of their parts.  Having her death be felt from her perspective, the with the light beyond the trees getting brighter and brighter before finally fading away was a touch of genius.  

    THE BAD

    Anthem. From what I can remember, there was only one usage of the anthem. I suppose the repetitious usages of them weren't really necessary since they merged the Anthem with the cannons, but still. The Anthem was always meant to share who survived and who died.  The cannons announce a death, and the Anthem shares who it is.  The Anthem was also meant to be a distraction for the tracker-jacker scene, which brings me to my next complaint...

    Tracker-Jackers. Not at all what I envisioned them to be, especially since she all out described them as being "larger than wasps, and gold."  I imagined them to be monstrous (so to speak), lethal insects that poison you and TRACK YOU DOWN in vengeance for bothering them, hence their name.  Not giving them that hunting aspect made the "tracker" part of their name utterly useless.  They were supposed to be much more deadly and menacing.  Glimmer falling to them was accurate enough, despite the lack of slimy skin falling off her bones, but the other tributes that ran off from them were supposed to be hurt by them also.  Those wasps weren't meant to be a joke.  But alas, I was given regular-looking wasps with a slight golden color that didn't do anything but sting you.  Sure, excessive stings are deadly, but even that can apply to regular wasps.  Like that stuff doesn't exist already?

    Katniss and Cameras. She wasn't conscious of them as much as I expected.  In the book, she was always aware of them, always made it a point not to show weakness in front of them for the sake of her family. She wanted to always give them hope that she can truly survive the Games.  Thankfully, she at least acknowledged them after Rue's death and did the 3 fingered gesture to them, but that was pretty much it.  One of my favorite aspects of the book was always when she tried hard not to lose focus of the task at hand: surviving.  Showing no pain, whether it's physically or emotionally.  You never really see her family watching her beyond maybe a few seconds worth.  In a way, I wanted a lot more "Truman Show" aspects to it, where it's still obvious that what we're seeing is the perspective of what everyone else is seeing on their TV screen. But there just wasn't enough of that.

    Cornucopia. It was ugly, not at all like the book describes, which was a metallic gold. I visualized something vast, maybe even beautiful, like one of those decorative table pieces for Thanksgiving.  This one looked like a rocket built by highschool kids or something.  Looked out place. No, it's no big deal, but why change something like that when it's simple just to leave it how the book says it is? No reason at all.

    Avoxes.  Their existence in the movie likely wasn't needed, but to me, it certainly would have really magnified the sadistic, evil nature of the Capital if you displease them, thus giving them an even bigger reason to be hated.  It also would have made Katniss's utterance of having her tongue cut out have more weight and meaning.  That having your tongue cut out really is something that can happen.  But I suppose the mere Hunger Games at all was reason enough to hate the Capital.

    Haymitch vs. Katniss. Not enough tension!  They got along remarkably well in this movie, save for maybe one or two little occasions.  The lack of tension made it seem like Haymitch was being a little too cold towards her by saying she isn't lovable or desirable or whatever else. I found myself thinking, "Well, WHY isn't she desirable?" Now thankfully, Woody Harrelson's a genius actor and he did pull off the character of Haymitch extremely well, as I mentioned earlier, but without him being all drunken and disgusting almost all the time, as the book says, there really isn't a reason for Katniss to be at his throat either.  It didn't balance out well to me. 

    Muttations.  They weren't SO so bad, but eh...I was expecting more of how the book depicted them.  Intelligent, thinking creatures.  With human eyes. Wasn't really necessary, though.

    THE UGLY

    Rue's Lack of Development. While the actress, look, and voice were PERFECT, her development as a crucial character was sorely misused.  I never once felt a connection between her and Katniss.  I never once was given the impression that Katniss wanted to protect her as if she was Prim and I'm one who read the books! True, the impression was given that she maybe felt bad for her for being so young and cute to be in this situation, but that is NOT the significance in the book, at least not from my understanding.  In the book, Rue's innocence is supposed to be a personification of Prim's.  She's like a miniature Katniss trapped in Prim's body.  That's why, even after her death, Katniss' promise to Rue became even more important than her promise to Prim.  But in the movie, they just sorta...hung out for what seemed to have been a mere couple of days, and that was that.  It just seems like their placement in each other's lives was something out of mere obligation to follow the books, but without the necessary weight I felt was needed.  For instance, the mockingjay pin.  Katniss wanted to give it to Rue in the book.  In response to the gesture, Rue did something that I personally felt was a sneak peak into her heart.  She insisted Katniss keep the pin because it was a symbol that Katniss can be trusted and it gave Rue a reason to help her.  Their interaction was meaningful in the book, intimate even.  They taught each other how to survive using each other's tactics, shared their food, talked about their families.  But you never learn Rue's history in the movie, not even a little bit. There is no emotional back story.  And I think that is why I couldn't feel the connection with them.  Rue's story was supposed to...welll...break your heart, how no one volunteered for her in the Reaping, how she's the oldest of her siblings, and protected them like Katniss does.  How she sacrificed her own self for their benefit.  And here she is doing this in the age that Prim is.  It's a major, MAJOR reason why Katniss bonded with her. You don't even get a smidgen of clue as to how dire Rue's district is in comparison to Katniss's.  It was just SO important to get Rue right in this movie and, in my opinion, it didn't happen.  As mentioned before, they did get Rue's death right, at least, but again...I felt it would have worked even more perfectly if Rue was more developed than just a young kid caught up in the games.  Fortunately, katniss's reaction to her death was very meaningful, but that's just good acting.  

    The Arena. It looked good and sounded good.  But all in all, it WAY TOO DANG EASY TO SURVIVE.  Katniss's first major challenge in the book was finding water. Heck, even in the movie it was meant to be her first major challenge, according to Haymitch. In the book, she doesn't find it right away.  She takes a long time to find it.  She travels for a few days to find it.  She contemplates returning to the big lake to get it, but she knew the journey back would certainly kill her.  She drags herself ahead into seemingly nowhere looking for something she isn't sure is close to being found.  She consciously looks up for a camera and says in a desperate, dying voice..."WATER."  The girl is about the die from dehydration just barely starting the Game and she knows it.  It was a smack to her face how DESPERATE her situation was, and how IMPORTANT it is to survive.  In fact, at one point, she chooses to give up and falls to the earth, ready to embrace death.  It was only when she notices that she's near some mud when she realizes how close she is. And even when she finds it, she STILL takes time to purify it before drinking.  Now granted, I don't demand every bit of this scene in the movie, but what I do demand is something equally dire.  But there was none of it in the movie.  I mean, even if it's just flashes of images that signify time passing, for crying out loud, I would have accepted that.  But yet, in the movie, it takes her all of...what...twenty minutes maybe? And she doesn't just find water. She finds the whole friggin' stream without even really being all that thirsty.  And I kid you not, when I saw how quickly she stumbled upon water, this thought crossed my mind.  "Oh. Well that was fast."  So much for a danger of dehydration.  Why is it her "new best friend" if it's seemingly so easy to find in the arena? You could tell that this arena, as well as all the others, was meant to be dangerous, because even the characters in the movie itself declared it to be so, what with most of them dying by natural causes like dehydration, infection from injuries, etc.  Um...seriously? Because the only thing deadly in the arena, according to what I saw on the screen, were the other tributes.  And heck, even they seemed to be getting along just fine.  They had a huge lake, a stream, a river, and all within a day's walk of everywhere else in the arena.  There were no bitterly cold nights, no storms.  No indication that the Capital can literally control EVERYTHING in the Arena, as was made very clear multiple times in the book.  There was just nothing that threatened their lives in the arena.  Just a forest with plenty of water.  Katniss also had the luxury of hunting easily instead of scraping away at berries and roots, and setting up fires to cook her meat, even though that was always risky in the book.  So risky that she often ate things raw whenever she could. Unfortunately, in the movie, it was just a whole lot of walking around and sleeping in a tree.

    Lack of Drama.  At least during certain pivotal scenes.  This is totally what I was getting at when I first started this review, how the included scenes in the movie, while great to see, lacked the "meat" of emotional pull.  They were diluted and rushed.  I've already discussed Rue's presence. But there's more. For instance, Peeta joining the Careers.  It was always meant to be a surprise anyway, but in the movie, it was far too inexplicable.  In the book, what lead up to him seemingly ditching Katniss to join the Careers was something that was built up.  They agreed to be a team and enforced it heavily, until Peeta decides he wants to go solo. You don't really know why, but you suspect that maybe he doesn't want to get attached to her either, the same fear Katniss feels.  So while you'd never expect him to fight alongside her, you certainly aren't supposed to expect he'd side with the enemy.  Then BOOM, there he is, helping them, shocking her in the process, making her wish he'd die the traitor he is.  Tension.  You also find out why the Careers even tolerate him: he knows something they don't, and that's the strength and skill of Katniss. This notion isn't really explored in the movie, even though the general idea is there.  If I didn't really know what was going on, the regular moviegoer in me would have wondered what motivated Peeta to side with them and then NOT side with them.  But as I said, it's "diluted" from what it's REALLY supposed to be.  There's no rhyme or reason for it. In the movie, it just transitions from he is her teammate, then decides he no longer wants to be, then decides he loves her, then decides join the enemy's camp, then goes and hide by the river with a spear's wound.  Spear from whom? Why? How? And Katniss doesn't even seem very phased by it all. It's all so...meaningless on the screen. Other examples are the lack of apparent injuries suffered from everyone in the arena, but that's all relative to the arena being presented as not really too bad or deadly a place, as mentioned earlier. And still another example was the conclusion of the games, where Katniss and Peeta have to undergo major treatment from their injuries.  And Katniss expressed such passionate fear of losing him or never seeing him again.  Ugh, let's just put it this way.  Straight from the book, this quote pretty much says it all as far as how a tribute typically leaves the games: "There's usually a lag of a few days between the end of the competition and the presentation of the victor so that they can put the starving, wounded, mess of a person back together again."  And there you have it.  So to me, there was no such indication that the Games were really all that difficult to survive.  Lack of real major drama.

    Peeta and Katniss. They didn't seem properly developed.  Or, rather, they seem to be developing in a way different from the book.  I have no idea how to explain it, however.  I just have a feeling the filmmakers (at the okay of the author, most likely) are causing Katniss to not need much influence in being affectionate with him.  It's as if they want to give her her own desire to start liking him, rather than do so at the suggestions of Haymitch as a means of survival.  I mean, it's a LITTLE bit there, but it just seemed off to me.  At the conclusion of the Games, for example, Katniss is encouraged once more by Haymitch to play the love angle to the camera, without telling Peeta, who is still under the impression that what Katniss felt for him was real.  But when he discovers that it likely isn't, he's crushed, and this in turn crushes Katniss, who is in constant conflict with herself about Peeta.  She's a typical female, overthinking a situation, confused over love, torn what to do.  And at the end of the book, she expresses a final fear of losing "the boy with the bread."  But none of that exists here.  It just seems like she's gradually just choosing him without being conflicted over it.  The Cave scene was all sorts of awkward. There's too much to mention about it, but I don't know.  It's just as rushed and void of emotion just the same.  

    Hovercrafts. Sorry, I just didn't like not seeing them.  Only 2 tiny scenes of them? Not good enough. I was going to put this into the bad category, but eh...I feel too strongly about it.  In the books, their presence was actually a character all its own. They were like a symbol of finality.  Capture.  Dead or alive.  They'd use them to fetch any of the dead bodies of the tributes.  And whenever they were seen, the fellow tributes would know where to go if they wanted to track each other down. The Hovercrafts pretty much would give away the position of a fallen tribute, but also expose the living one that likely caused the death, thus creating more tension. You kill a tribute, you get their supplies as quickly as possible, and then you run like hell, because chances are, other tributes will seek you out when they know for sure where you are by the Hovercrafts.  Ahhh, but there ya have it.  Another reminder of the lack of tension.  I was told by someone who hasn't read the books that they were glad there were no hovercrafts, that their addition would have gave the movie too unrealistic a feel.  I say meh to that.  I say, they're in the books and they serve a purpose, especially later on in the series.

    Shaky camera. I HATED THIS!! Supposedly the effect is done to add realism, but to me, it adds aggravation. There's some major things going down and I hate not being able to focus on exactly what.  That combined with random zooming in or out, quick flickers of images before moving on to another.  It made it all feel so amateurish and I didn't like that one bit.  This isn't supposed to be a "found footage" type of movie, so why make it that way?  Maybe here and there is alright, but during most of the movie?  Ugh I loathed it.  It didn't make the scenes being filmed anymore tense or dramatic.  Like the subject matter can't be dramatic on its own?  But I guess when the movie lacked the tension and drama it was meant to have, the director decided to resort to this method in the hopes of overshadowing it.  I don't know.  It was another factor that prevented me from truly connecting with what I was seeing.  How could I? When the tether to do so is being shaken and grabbed and yanked around?  I so hope I won't have to sit through such nonsense the next time around for Catching Fire.

    All in all, it was a great movie, and none of these nitpicky complaints make me hate it.  They are simply my thoughts, but I love the Hunger Games too much to hate it, even despite whatever it gets wrong.  If anyone read this far...WOW lol.  And thanks. 

Friday, 16 March 2012

  • Whoa

    You know what's so pathetic?  The consequences of Facebook to certain people.  I admit, Facebook is the modern day news forum.  More often than not, people find out about current events on Facebook as opposed to newspapers, TV, etc.  And I have no problem with that. Heck, I contribute and play along with it.  It's the best way to stay connected with people in your life without skipping a beat. As long as you still know how to draw the line. Because when it starts to become this breeding ground for overreactions to something fabricated in one's mind, then it's time to step back and remember to live life outside of Facebook.  

    It's come to my attention that one of my uncles in Texas, after reading a status I posted of my own life, took it as an insult to himself, since he coincidentally was guilty of the same thing and didn't want anyone to know about it.  So apparently when I posted it, he thought I was making fun of him.  Um...really?  Yep.  Really. The day when I posted a status about driving without my license just so happened to be something he himself hasn't been doing for awhile, for whatever reason.   Now how would I have known that?  And why would I bother to make fun of it if I DID know that? And why would it even be my business anyway?  Seriously...why would I even care?  

    I don't know how far he took it, but it obviously was far enough make its way back to my dad, who is the one who told me.  Of course, all I could say was, "Okay?"  I mean, what COULD I have said?  "Gee, sorry your brother can't pull himself away from Facebook enough to not be bothered by something that has nothing to do with him, like at ALL?"  It's actually just sort of embarrassing.  But that's what Facebook is to so many people.  Gossip.  When that gossip that is Facebook starts making its way into my family and they all start frolicking around in response to mysterious statuses, analyzing the mystery of it all without actually confronting the poster of said statuses, it's just...really sad.  

    Even this one other time where I posted a sad status, gossip went around with certain members of my family questioning each other, questioning my dad, etc etc, yet none of them spoke to ME about it.  I mean, say it was a genuinely depressed or suicidal status.  Does this mean that they'd rather squabble about it with each other rather than actually reach out to me?  My guess is no.  Facebook may have its many perks (it really does!), but that doesn't mean it doesn't have its fare share of problems too.  And gossip is a big problem. I love my family, but I am half-tempted to hide all of them from updates, especially my uncles/aunts.  Oyy.

    Oh well.  I don't feel bad for my uncle for taking my status personally. If he feels guilty about something, then so be it. He really ought not to be driving around without a license anyway.  And if something I said makes him recognize that, well...bravo.  

Saturday, 10 March 2012

  • Surreal

    I'm reluctant to believe it.  But then, I'd be willingly denying what's right smack in front of my face.  Probably because in the past, it likely would have been for show. Something that isn't genuinely true and thus, shouldn't be acknowledged as such.  I believe that's why I'm reluctant to believe what I'm seeing. It's such a sharp contrast to what was going on the past couple of weeks.  But alas, I am seeing it and I just have to believe it.

    My parents have made peace.  

    My mom moved out of the house for a couple of weeks, intending to stay away for at least a month, but my dad put a stop to it sooner than expected. They willingly met at the beginning of this week and had a very long talk with each other--like 3 to 4 hours worth of talk--and she moved back home on Thursday.  We weren't privy to every single detail, but we had enough to go with.  Dad realized the error of his ways and even had the vision rubbed in his face of how much it would bother him to his very core to see my mom hand-in-hand with another man. He was grocery shopping at the store alone, saw a couple holding hands, and heard this voice in his head that asked how he would like it if the woman was his wife.  He answered this voice, and said no, he'd not like that at all.  It was a reality check for him, I suppose, and likely what triggered his mind to snap back to the reality of the situation.

    At any rate, they're back together.  What's so weird is that it was almost as if there was no tension at all.  They almost don't seem like my parents.  I'm not used to the sight of them getting along as they are.  It's a little....scary.  I mean, my dad is even wearing his wedding ring again.  His wedding ring. He hasn't worn that ring in I don't even know how long.  Years and years and years.  A VERY long time.  And there it was, sitting on his finger again. My sister jokingly questioned it. "So, did you guys get married today?"  And my brother in law too.  He made a dramatic scene saying, "Oh man, my eyes! It's blinding me!" We all asked what. And he answers, "That thing on your finger!"  Dad's a little embarrassed about it being so noticeable and at times tries to hide it, probably because he doesn't like the idea of it being obvious that he never wore it before.  Though it's weird to say it, we tried to assure him that it won't be as obvious to the public, since they don't see him as often as we do.  We his family have each other memorized, so of course we'd notice. 

    And if that wasn't enough, tonight we all went to dinner as a family again, something that hasn't been done in awhile either, at least not happily.  And my mom was clutching his arm in a date manner walking towards the restaurant, when normally they'd walk apart.  Really? REALLY?  After dinner was the movies, and there, she purposely kept the seat open next to herself for him to sit when he went to the concession stand, something she never bothered doing before in the past. In fact, she more often than not would go out of her way to make sure he DIDN'T sit next to her.  She was even the first one to question where he was after he was taking awhile, whereas before, she couldn't care less.  She even freaking brushed some crumbs off of his shirt when the movie was over. And as if none of that was perplexing enough, they are literally as I'm typing this....SLEEPING IN THE SAME BED TOGETHER tonight.  Yep. I passed by my dad in the dining room as I was heading back upstairs and he was headed to her room.  He never came back up.  I'm willing to bet that they may even be "doing the nasty."  For the first time in years.  I don't even want to begin to find out if they are, even though I remember that I was so desperate for them to be happy with each other in the past, that if it meant I'd walk in on them having sex, I would have gladly accepted that.  Oh of course I'd probably have nightmares right afterwards, but at least I know they're...well....loving on each other.

    Oh of course I'm enthralled about this sudden change of events.  It's always something I wanted to happen for them.  I guess I just never expected it to.  It was already long past the point of being old, the way those two fought with each other, the ugly vibes they put off, the depressing atmosphere they'd leave in their wake.  When that sort of environment becomes the norm, it's not surprising to take on a sudden change of routine with extreme caution.  It's just so weird. I'm not used to it. It's obvious they're trying to embrace each other again, but it just seems so...rushed.  So forced.  Surreal.  I guess I'm in the mindset of being a woman who forgives a man slowly after being wronged by him for so long a time.  I would have never expected my mom to forgive him as quickly as she seemingly is.  But she is a woman, though, and all we really want is to be and feel loved by our men.  Perhaps he managed to do that for her and she was powerless to resist it, or was finally convinced of it.  Either way, it's pretty amazing to witness this crazy turn of events.

    At any rate, I'm excited for them.  Though I haven't made a conscious effort to embrace the new scenario quite yet, due to my reflex of assuming it's not real, I'm still thankful to God for it.  I hope that it sticks around now.  Hope they don't let the effects of a love rekindled wear off.  May it never die again.  

     

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