My darling girl arrived home from Mexico tonight safe and sound. Brown as a berry, happy how it went, eyes dancing, eager to get to the next adventure, which was
The Hunger Games!
The movie. At midnight. She bought tickets weeks ago when they went on sale, and announced we were going together.
So we did.
She carefully affixed her mockingjay pin to her sweater and off we went into the night.
The theater was full of college kids, who didn't want to wait an hour more than they had to. Now, it's almost 4 a.m. My daughter and I are wide awake, thanks to the cups of strong coffee we had before the movie, her excitement at having finally experienced it, and my joy in having her home. She and her brother, who also went to the midnight show in his college town, are on the phone, deconstructing what worked, what didn't, the details they wish had been included. Such fans they are!
My daughter wants more backgrounding on the character of Rue.
My son wants more of the cave scene and the love story.
I think they should make movies together. That's about all I'll say about my lovely critics.
I thoroughly enjoyed the movie. The score, for me, was particularly haunting.
And the company was sublime.