Dear Readers, I’ve just had the opportunity to see the finished film of The Hunger Games. I’m really happy with how it turned out. I feel like the book and the film are individual yet complementary pieces that enhance one another. The film opens up the world beyond Katniss’ point of view, allowing the audience access to the happenings of places like the Hunger Games control room and President Snow’s rose garden, thereby adding a new dimension to the story. Director Gary Ross has created an adaptation that is faithful in both narrative and theme, but he’s also brought a rich and powerful vision of Panem, its brutality and excesses, to the film as well. His world building’s fantastic, whether it be the Seam or the Capitol. It’s amazing to see things that are suggested in the book fully developed and so brilliantly realized through the artistry of the designers. And, my God, the actors. The cast, led by the extraordinary Jennifer Lawrence, is absolutely wonderful across the board. It’s such a pleasure to see how they’ve embodied the characters and brought them to life. So I’d like to sincerely thank all the many people who devoted their time and talents to the film, especially producers Nina Jacobson and Jon Kilik, and the excellent teams at Color Force, Larger Than Life, and Lionsgate. I hope you enjoy the film!
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The boy took one look back at the bakery as if checking that the coast was clear, then, his attention back on the pig, he threw a loaf of bread in my direction.
The second quickly followed, and he sloshed back to the bakery, closing the kitchen door tightly behind him.
(via turntopearls)
—It was scary to me how much I connected with Peeta. He has this belief that no matter what circumstances you’re put into, you maintain being true to yourself, and that’s one of my golden morals. In this business especially, you have a lot of opportunities to be fake. When Peeta goes into the Games, he’s not going to let it change who he is. And I’m going into the games of the acting world, and I’m not going to let it change who I am.
What I need is the dandelion in the spring. The bright yellow that means rebirth instead of destruction. The promise that life can go on, no matter how bad our losses. That it can be good again.
“So after, when he whispers, ‘You love me. Real or not real?’ I tell him, ‘Real’.”
(Source: the--spark)
You don’t forget the face of the person who was your last hope.
I always channel my emotions into my work. That way, I don’t hurt anyone but myself.
My nightmares are usually about losing you. I’m okay once I realize you’re here.
I wish I could freeze this moment, right here, right now and live in it forever.
Here your dreams are sweet and tomorrow brings them true. Here is the place where I love you.
