Have you heard the news? Lionsgate has recently announced
that they will open a Hunger Games theme park in Atlanta, GA. Can I ask why?
Don’t get me wrong, I am a complete Katniss Everdeen fangirl who didn’t mind
the totes heartbreaking death of (SPOILER ALERT) sweet Prim (with war comes
collateral damage) and even embraced the film adaptions (mostly because the
always charming Jennifer Lawrence slays it, per usual) despite the severe
miscasting of Josh Hutcherson as Peeta Mellark, among other things. But somehow – and maybe this is just me – but
I have never once after reading one of the Hunger Games books said to myself,
“huh, wouldn’t that just be a complete lark? I would KILL (literally, natch) to
be able to experience the sadistic thrill of murdering a bunch of teenagers for the
amusement of a bunch of one percenters who dress like they are on an extended
acid trip! Will there be actual blood when I’m cracking open some 12 year old
girl’s head, or is it just going to be some lame simulation?” Nope. Nope. Nope.
The ONLY Hunger Games “Experience” that I would enjoy would to be a devil’s
threesome situation with lil’ Joshie boy (hey, he may be miscast and a full
head shorter than me, but still, objectively hot) and that Hemsworth brother.
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Even if that magic is sometimes dangerous and terrible in its
own right, and even if some of the darker themes and events that occur in HP
seem to mirror that of the muggle world (the Holocaust, racism and ethnic
cleansing/genocide, wars, etc.), it still seems like an impossible fever dream.
If you squint hard enough, the Hunger Games, with its elements of class
warfare, physical violence (read: No wands, spellcasting or potions. Just guns,
bullets, bombs, machetes, axes, drones, manufactured killing machines, etc.),
and social inequalities could easily be a dystopia not that far off from 21st
century America. If I wanted to see or
experience any of those things, all I would have to do is turn on the 6 o’clock
news. It’s all just a little too close for comfort if you ask me. Like the summer blockbuster, the purpose of
theme parks are so the visitor can step into a piece of artificial escapism
(and buy $8 butterbeers) and forget about the world’s problems… not be reminded
of them.