A catalogue of Friday night's pills and powder intake does not a movie make. Nor do five endlessly self-justifying bores constantly winking and nudging and screaming and sledgehammering the viewer with "THIS IS WHAT IT FEELS LIKE WHEN YOU'RE ON DRUGS! THIS IS EXACTLY HOW IT FEELS WHEN YOU ARE ON DRUGS! AM I RIGHT? AM I RIGHT?"
That it has the gall to reference TRAINSPOTTING, an immensely superior film which throws its own failings into almost comic relief,…
This review reportedly contains spoilers. I can handle the truth.
I don't think I can stand to listen to one more person champion this mediocrity. It dilutes the culture as a whole.
THE HUNGER GAMES is not a great film; it's not even a good one, although I will concede that there are parts which work. Jennifer Lawrence's performance is among these, but even that is somewhat diminished by its return. In a film based on a book which has been dogged with allegations of plagiarism the only thing conceivably…