The Hunger Games marketing machine is in full swing. No doubt you've seen something about it online (and if you haven't, you might want to make sure a rock hasn't fallen on top of you). From emails from Seneca Crane to not-so-subtle
I mean, heck, you can even get nail polish.
And just like everyone else, I'm totally buying into it. My husband reminded me to get tickets today. I've been officially assigned to District 7: Textiles (the irony isn't lost on me), and I've seen the trailer more than once. But can I be honest for a second? This was my reaction when I first saw the film announcement:
My husband came home from work the day the news broke, and I told him, horror dripping from my voice, that there would be a Hunger Games movie, and he said:
"Cool."
Wait, what? Isn't that book kind of all about the disturbing relationship between violence and entertainment? If I went to see it, did that make me better than the Capitol ninnies? He disagreed. We discussed. I remained unconvinced.
Then we watched as they chose the actors.
We peeked at the stills coming out of production.
We breathlessly watched the trailer. We cried. We shared it on twitter, facebook, blogs.
We clicked to be assigned districts.
We chose Team Gale or Team Peeta.
So clearly, we're nothing like the Capitol.
Wait.
But really am I the only one unsure how to feel about nail polish and computer games based on this book? Am I the only one wondering if this is an elaborate extension of the novel's themes and core message? Is Suzanne Collins sitting, head in her hands, judging us somewhere?
Or did grad school warp my brain?
Regardless, I know I'll be there on the 23rd with a mockingjay pin, nails lacquered up in Cinna-mon, loving every minute.
Maybe I'm more like the Capitol than I like to think.