Fun fact: Such were my emotions watching “Catching Fire” that I almost strangled Best Friend with her own hoodie. As such, I don’t think I’m prepared yet to fully articulate my feelings about the film. However, I did find what I think is accurate imagery to describe its painful yet perfect nature:
But rainbow puking gnomes alone won’t cut it, I realize this. One day soon I might be able to write a calm, rational post about the movie but today is not that day. Until then, my flowery and emotional “Catching Fire” feels will need to be described in flowery and emotional language. So I present to you the poem I wrote for the film that has newly destroyed my soul.
Ode to “Catching Fire”
Congratulations Catching Fire
You’ve successfully met our desire
Your book to movie adaptation
Is loved all across the nation.
Katniss Everdeen
You’re a YA series queen.
Any viewer not delighted by your scenes alone
Is unequivocally made of stone.
Practically perfect in every way
There are way too many things to say
And I’m excited for the day
We can watch JLaw rock it in Mockingjay.
My precious angel puppy Peeta Mellark
You make my heart (and lady parts) spark.
Looking fine in spandex and a fancy white suit
You finally got Katniss to kiss you for real, because you’re just that cute.
Way to drop that fake baby bomb on the Capitol and refuse to be their pawn
(Though a part of me is convinced you just wanted Gale to think you and Katniss got it on…)
The casting gods answered my prayer
The day they cast Sam Claflin as Finnick Odair.
The voice, the sass, the body, the hair.
Any doubts that were had can now be put to rest
Because Sam has proved himself to be pretty much the best.
Oh Johanna Mason, your fierceness I adore
Stripping down naked to leave an impression that no one can ignore.
You scream at the Capitol, and there’s really nothing more to say
You wield that ax like nobody’s business and you’re bad ass in every way.
Haymitch, Beetee and Caesar Flickerman are a treasure
Mags and Effie, amazing beyond measure.
Gale tackling Romulus Thread to the ground, you go!
And Cinna… I can’t even talk about it…NO.
President Snow…
You’re not even worth the effort it takes to come up with quality rhymes.
You freaking suck and I hate you.
I have so many more thoughts that I can’t even process
But needless to say, “Catching Fire” left me in a state of emotional duress.
And unfortunately the first part of Mockingjay
Is still an entire year away…
If you’re in a much more emotionally stable place than I am about “Catching Fire” and can discuss it in non-poetry form, leave your thoughts in the comments so we can talk about it! Hint: you loved it.
