Unless you are living under a rock with no internet or TV, you probably heard that a little movie called The Hunger Games was opening this weekend. If you are living under a rock with no internet, I'm not sure how you would be reading blogs, so I'll just assume everyone has heard of the movie.
Against my better judgement, I went to the midnight showing on Thursday night/Friday morning. The movie was great, the other attendees were crazy, and I was one tired chica on Friday at work.
My group of 5 got to the theater around 10:30. I was surprised that they were already letting people in to grab seats. Of course, it was mostly teenagers, and they were all saving seats for their friends. I saw 2 people sitting in a row with 4 seats on one side of them and 3 seats on the other side. The guy looked to be in his 40s, so I assumed he would be a reasonable person. I was wrong. I asked if they would mind scooting over ONE seat, so the 5 of us could sit there. He found that to be a pretty outrageous request and ranted at me about how he had been there since 3pm and he wasn't going to move for us. All I could think was, "Dude, get a life!" Long story short, we ended up pretty close to the front.
Also, I felt like a grumpy old lady with all the teenagers. They were pretty good during the actual movie, but by then I had gone deaf from their screaming during the Twilight preview. I hope no one in there wanted to hear the preview, because it was nonstop screaming. I don't get it! I don't think I screamed at movies with I was 15, but maybe I am just forgetting...
In spite of the crazies at the theater, it was a really great movie! You should go see it. Actually, you should read the book and then go see the movie. It's a quick read. Seriously, go read it right now.
