The Hunger Games: Catching Fire

The rabble demands panem et circes. They can eat brioche, but plenty of circes to go around. The emperor tries to kill two mockingjays with one arrow by having the old tributes fight to the death, again. Our heroes falls from a cliffhanger unto another.

The messianic girl warms up to her fake lovebird, cruelly ignoring her old flame. She faked until they make (out).

This has a much better cast, with limited characters, masterfully done.

The tease is just too much. I’m guessing their mouth is passing checks they can’t cash. It’s all in the dark: this new sub-rosa organisation is simply a coup or do they have an higher purpose? With Philip Seymour Hoffman you can never tell.


This is my place for ramblings about sequences of images that exploit the human visual limitation know as persistence of vision.

Ephemera of Vision