I enter the dining room. There’s a gold cornucopia on the table. I think, what a wonderful seasonal flourish. But I know it’s dangerous. My ten relatives rush towards it, grabbing at the appetizers that are sprinkled around like land mines. I want to do the same, but I waver… early-eating is a deadly mistake.
I know we are freaking out about The Hunger Games trailer. But let’s talk about that hair for a minute.
THANK YOU. And the honeymoon phase ends.
DUH - every YA movie needs a bad wig. 
Peeta, Paul & Mary. For Cindy.
This is my response to this NYT article.
“Still, it is hard not to mourn the decline of the literary tradition invented by Carroll and Barrie, for they also bridged generational divides. No other writers more fully entered the imaginative worlds of children — where danger is balanced by enchantment — and reproduced their magic on the page. In today’s stories, those safety zones are rapidly vanishing as adult anxieties edge out childhood fantasy.”
Yes, that is Peeta Pan.
Seems Lionsgate is so confident in The Hunger Games, they’ve picked up a lookalike trilogy. Let Hunger Games be Hunger Games before you start looking for the next Hunger Games.
That’s a mark down of 92% off the $53.97 list price (perhaps a record for Pop Deals). This will go great with your brand new Kindle Fire or $79 Kindle Classic.
Learn what everyone is so obsessed with.
(via /Film)
SURE. MAKE IT 5 DOLLARS AFTER I READ ALL THREE. ASSHOLES.
Head over to TheCapitol.pn (Pn as in Panem), to sign up with Twitter and tweet the viral phrase. Nothing else to see or do besides that (just fuzzy imagery and mechanical noises). It’s possible this could be some kind of “which District are you in” sorting app, but we’ll see.
Also, that four tone melody that played at the end of the trailer (presumably Rue’s call) is available for free on iTunes in all of its 6 second, eerie glory.
Fingers crossed for District 4.