Mockingjay Part 1

Holy crap!

Despair, hopelessness and despondency: this is what I felt sitting in my chair as the end credits to “Mockingjay Part 1" rolled on the cinema screen. From the moment the film started, tension and unease filtered its way into my body. At first, it was in it’s fledgling infancy, as our heroin struggled to find her place in her new found home. Then, like a steadfast river flowing into an immense damn, gears were set in motion to create The Mockingjay, the presence of mortal danger ever present in the atmosphere.

The last forty five minutes of this movie cultivated more anxiety inside of me than any film I can recall. Truly, one of the most powerful cinema going experiences I have ever had was sparked by a haunting a cappella song that builds into an erupting crescendo. The stakes were well and truly raised in this film. No longer are the lives of just the tributes in jeopardy. Now, civil war is in the cards.

Taking myself to the cinema for my birthday on opening night, I got more than I could have ever hoped for from this movie. Constant goosebumps rolled over my skin, a reminder of the ever flowing river of tension, which culminated in a gargantuan damn to fill me with dread as the film reached it’s climax. As the concluding chapter of one of my most beloved series of books (introduced to me by an incredible student), I felt that the author rushed the book, not allowing her ideas to be fully expanded or explored. This, however, is not the case with the movie adaptation. Splitting “Mockingjay” into two parts is a stunning move, allowing for the severity of the despair and ruin felt by our heroes to be fully realised and shared. I eagerly await the conclusion next year.

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