May the odds be ever in your favor today, on this the eve of The Hunger Games: Catching Fire.
I for one am very excited and looking forward to being the weird 30 year old sitting alone in the back of the theater. I’m considering bringing a bowl of Groosling Soup to make it extra uncomfortable.
From what I understand, the film picks up almost mid-sentence from the first, so you’ll need a little refresher.
No worries…here’s The Hunger Games Unofficial Trailer we put together last March for “Metro And Gordon Do The Internet” to jog your memory. Enjoy!
(NOTE FROM THE EDITOR: THE GIRLFRIEND THAT GOT ME HOOKED LEFT MID-WAY THROUGH “CATCHING FIRE”. SHE TOOK THE BOOKS WITH HER, SO IF I COULD BORROW YOURS THAT WOULD BE SWELL)
Also worth noting as you ramp up to the opening is the soundtrack released this week. Really the best of a sparse week of music.
The vibe is much different from the first “Songs From District 12 And Beyond“. The rustic train-yard vibe has been replaced by an indie superstar lineup. However the gem of the collection is still true to that formula…a beautiful song from The Lumineers.
Come for that and stay for The National, an aching song from Ellie Goulding, and a haunting cover from Lorde.
This could make me change my mind. Palmetto the Dog runs from loud trucks. This feline is like Evil Knievel. Consider this your “Kitty City” tour of Philadelphia. See what I did there?
Remember when you told me that thing about being a “rat in a cage”, and I bought that ZERO shirt at Flashback in the Echelon Mall, and I didn’t watch wrestling in the basement with my friends because I was watching the tape of 120 Minutes, because I wasn’t allowed to stay up that late, because of the whole “rat in a cage” thing?
Well…what am I suppose to do with this?
This is great work out of Anthony Robinson, and extremely informative. I myself rarely have this problem, you know, because I listened to Otis Redding and watched “Sanford And Son” growing up…but I’ve seen this awkward exchange more times than I can count. Mostly by kids with Marc Ecko shirts and Stephon Marbury shoes. Because if Ghostface wasn’t rockin’ Wallabees, he surely would buy 15 dollar Starburys.