THE WEEK FROM MY VIEW | REVIEW
by James Killough
The last time I went to a midnight screening of a movie was last century when David Lynch’s Dune opened. I’d been a huge fan of the books since about twelve, so I had to get in line to see this. But it wasn’t even a midnight screening, it was at midday, and the movie was such a mess that they had to tack an intro on the beginning and hand out a glossary of terms at the screening.
This is not the case with The Hunger Games, which your faithful movie bitch caught last night at the Arclight Hollywood, where it was playing on all fourteen screens, plus the Cinerama Dome, and all were mostly sold out. Still, I managed to get one of my favorite seats in the middle of the handicapped section so that I could not only stretch my legs out, I could cross them like a proper intellectual reviewer on a PBS program or something.