"If no one watches, then they don't have a game," a teenager says in this faithful if cautious adaptation of the first volume of Suzanne Collins' astronomically successful dystopic YA trilogy. A withering indictment of omnipresent screens, endless spectacle, and debased celebrity culture, The Hunger Games was inspired, the author has said, by flipping the channels from a reality-TV show to footage of the Iraq War. Most of Collins' critique, then, is compromised by the very existence of this big-screen transfer, itself the most anticipated spectacle of the spring.
Set in an unspecified, postapocalyptic future, The Hunger Games takes place in Panem, a nation constructed out of the ruins of North America and consisting of 12 mostly impoverished districts and the prosperous Capitol. (For those unfamiliar with the book, this backstory is told quickly through opening intertitles.) As punishment for an earlier uprising — and as a reminder of its complete control over its citizens — the Capitol demands that one boy and one girl between the ages of 12 and 18 from each district be selected via annual lottery to participate in the Hunger Games. Now in its 74th edition, this televised pageant of nonstop gore (and mandatory viewing) documents the 24 randomly drawn teenagers killing one another until only one remains.
This year's female "tribute" from District 12 — one of Panem's most destitute regions, a coal-mining center located in the former Appalachia — is Katniss Everdeen (Jennifer Lawrence), a flinty 16-year-old who volunteers for the slaughter so that her beloved fragile younger sister, whose name has just been called, will be spared. The actress, more solidly built than her wispy contemporaries, has a particular gift for exuding iron determination and dead-eyed exhaustion.
The Hunger Games
The Hunger Games, starring Jennifer Lawrence, Josh Hutcherson, Lenny Kravitz, Wes Bentley, Elizabeth Banks, and Stanley Tucci. Directed by Gary Ross. Written by Gary Ross, Suzanne Collins, and Billy Ray. 142 minutes. Rated PG-13.
When Katniss and her male counterpart, Peeta (Josh Hutcherson), travel from their hardscrabble region to the gleaming, Oz-like Capitol, the city's opulence and depravity are conveyed via male citizens who look like members of the Lollipop Guild as styled by SNL's Stefon. Decadence is coded as unmistakably gay among the men in Capitol crowd scenes and the primpers who prepare Katniss for her pre–Hunger Games, American Idol–style interviews. (Katniss' chief stylist, Cinna, played by an excellent Lenny Kravitz, is more ambiguously metrosexual.)
Gary Ross, who previously directed Pleasantville and Seabiscuit, and cinematographer Tom Stern smartly deploy rapid cuts and quick shots of the aftermath of the kid-on-kid savagery. A palm-sized pool of blood, a vacant stare, a body going limp all effectively communicate the horrors of what just happened. Like the pacing of the novel, the film, even at almost two and a half hours, moves briskly, continuously drawing us in.
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And yet, it is impossible for this movie to ever hope to match the fury of the book. Collins astringently articulates her anger at a culture — ours — indifferent to inequity and war and besotted with its own stupidity. But the book's rage and despair are diluted here, focusing too much on the high-tech gimmickry of the gamemakers. Collins' heroine is, in one of the source material's most gripping sections, perilously close to dying from dehydration. That slow, awful process is not dramatized onscreen: To do so would require an investment in a deeper, more existential, and lonely terror that Ross' movie refuses to broach.