That's a good thing, by the way. That word keeps coming to mind after I saw the film version of The Hunger Games Saturday night.
I'm now more compelled (hey, it's a good word) to read the three-book series of which this is Book 1; I'm currently 1153rd in line to borrow a copy from the library. I hear these are quick reads, and since I was something like 1237th in line when I first placed a hold a few days ago, I think that's right.
I like that, for all the hype that's attended the film, the film itself is more low-key than I expected. It's generally quiet about its more science fiction-ish elements, and is focused much more on Katniss (Jennifer Lawrence, who SELLS this film) getting through the extreme situation she has volunteered for, without losing it emotionally. She's damped down. This ties in to what I've heard about the Suzanne Collins book: that it is emotionally damped-down writing, seemingly flat as the story is told purely from Katniss's perspective, but the emotions of the piece scream out. I love that effect; it's one reason I loved Kurt Vonnegut's Slaughterhouse-5, which is devastating in that way.
The film also got me to wonder about a little detail about the Hunger Games -- the kill-or-be-killed contest Katniss and 23 other teens have entered -- that this fictional world follows. Contestants can be from ages 12 to 18; what if in the past a younger kid, say an 11-year-old, tried to get in? Could that kid manage it? And my thought was, the government authorities that run the Games would likely officially forbid it -- but secretly cheer it on, at least once. Compelling! Drama! Someone trying so extra hard to get in! And then, whether that 11-year-old wins the contest or (more likely, thanks to odds) loses and dies, the government of Panem could then instate the rule that blood is used to track the volunteers.
Whoa: I'm thinking in terms of fanfiction.
Anyway: another thumbs up for The Hunger Games. I hope that's true of the book once I read it.
Now I'll get back to my silly indulgence of that day, which is watching the not-at-all-low-key Transformers: Revenge of the Fallen (2009), a film which almost literally makes no sense (don't let me tell you, let Mike Russell tell you) but I wanted to see the incoherence for myself -- at least in borrowed-from-the-library form, though that doesn't beat how DJ Cort Webber of The Cort and Fatboy Show watched it: he found a copy of the DVD literally on the ground. (As for me, I watched a scene where Decepticons try to hatch baby Decepticons from eggs and thought, Robots in eggs. Biology just exploded.)