Catching Fire is by far my favorite out of the quartet of movies; it’s the only time when the girly part of me goes ga-ga over the relationship between Katniss and Peeta. As a fan of the books I really like how the director was able to recreate the story in such an exciting and wonderful way. I remember that the second book seemed so intermediate (no pun intended) compared to the others, but in the movies it’s by the far the best. It has the best of the first and last films all put together in a nice, neat 2 plus hour package.
In this film, it’s a year after the Hunger Games. Katniss and Peeta have somewhat returned to their old lives and are both attempting to forget the painful memories of what happened; Katniss more than Peeta. Now the time has come for them to return to the Capital as Victors and to be paraded around the Districts as examples of how ‘great’ the Capital is, how ‘wonderful’ their mercy. But things aren’t as happy as they may seem: rebellions are breaking out across the districts and President Snow’s patience is wearing thin with the ‘Girl on Fire’ whose acts during the Hunger Games have thrown the world into a frenzy. As the 75th Quarter Quell grows closer, Snow calls for the unthinkable: this year’s Hunger Games contestants will be drawn from the existing pool of Victors.
It’s hard not to go on and on about the story, because it is just so tantalizing. There have been great stories in the past, but not as many that draw in the reader with a feeling of anguish, indignation and fiery injustice. The stories by Suzanne Collins aren’t just about some upstart heroine fighting against a big baddie; it’s about people and what they can do to each other. Catching Fire demonstrates this as the audience gets to see the aftermath of the Hunger Games and how the tributes are affected (PTSD for one).