That was your warning.
I watched the first movie whenever it was that it came out and it was horribly disturbing to me. The thought of sending people to kill each other in a fake weird televised cyberworld for entertainment is so sick and perverse that I couldn't get it out of my head for a week straight. I wanted to puke when I thought of it.
On Friday night I saw Mockingjay 2, the last of the Hunger Games trilogy.
This movie is HORRIBLE. (I can hear all of the faithful fans screaming, "Why?!")
Peeta. That's why.
That and the blatant disdain for manly testosterone and the promotion of wimpy pansy pants men with zero cojones, you know, like Peeta.
|Ga ga goo goo?|
|Are you keeding me?|
When she said that she did love him, I literally put my hands on my head and closed my eyes. MIND BLOWN. What the HECK is going on around here?! At this point of the movie, I almost got up and left. I silently began muttering, "No. You have got to be kidding me. This is not happening." The movie was ruined at that point and I could barely recall any redeeming qualities about why I wanted to see this stupid thing in the first place.
Peeta? You want to be with Peeta, Katniss? Are you freaking kidding me? First of all, do you have a sight impairment? Maybe you're legally blind? Maybe you have severe dementia? Yes, I know, looks are not everything. I get that. But seriously? Have you seen Gale? He's tall and extremely good-looking...and he's a soldier. He protected your family, he can fight like a boss, he goes out in the woods and hunts with you, and he is capable of taking care of himself and you.
|Just on looks alone, Gale would have to be a murdering, molesting, crack dealer who eats children for breakfast in order for Peeta to even be able to be put into the same ring with him to compete.|
And then there's Peeta. He's short, has weird eyeballs, fluffy hobbit hair, he cries a lot, can't be trusted with any weapons, can't even take care of himself, and his favorite thought is probably, "Save me, Katniss!" (That had to be said with a scrunched up baby face, pinkies in the air, and hands flapping for full effect. Try it again. There. Now you get the full effect.) Oh, but he can bake bread, so yeah, I mean, I totally get it. Sign me up. Right. Why would any woman not be jumping at that one? I'll bake my own dang bread, thankyouverymuch. He is pretty much the definition of pure 100% unadulterated pansy.
I was literally bewildered at this twist of the movie.
The complement of a strong woman is not a weak man. The complement of a strong woman is a stronger man. Katniss' character showed that she is more than capable of taking care of herself, which is what makes Gale's character so appealing as a match for her. When you solely take care of yourself, it is even more special to have someone to be able to step in and take care of you. You don't need it, but it is a gift. It makes it all the more sweet and precious. He was going to go with her when he figured out that she was going to go it alone. He knew her and understood her enough to even see what she was going to do before she did it.
Instead she picks painter pansy Peeta who we find playing in the dirt planting flowers. Really? And then has children with him? What are you going to do if a bad guy comes to your house?
Peeta: Katniss! Help! There's a bad guy at the door!
Katniss: Peeta, take the children and go hide and pretend to be rocks, I'll take care of this! I have enough cojones for all of us!
My eyes are hurting from rolling so hard at the pathetic-ness of it. Somebody give Peeta a lesson on sisu and push him out of a helicopter, please.
Perpetuating wimpiness (in general, but specifically in men) is not something to be applauded or rewarded. This is perhaps what bothers me most about the movie. So ugh.
Excuse me, I need to go do some pull ups.
Peace, love, and testosterone,