When it comes to the word 'revolution', the Americans tend to foster a make-believe indulgent perception of squashy, muffled resistance in speculative distant future or distant planets. It almost makes you feel that Uncle Sam's persecuted nephews and nieces and other alien-speak dissenters will lead the uprising armed with Coca-Cola cans and popcorn tubs. I am not a fan of the Hunger Games franchise. And for people who have watched Battle Royale will echo my sentiments. Catching Fire, continuing with the flaccid survival tale storyline, has a better narrative structure than the first installment. It is visually stunning with jaw-dropping, spectacular set designs. But the games itself? Like the average Indian telly reality show with a few more dramatic punches, and added variants like toxic smoke and menacingly grizzly animals. Ruthless bloodlust? Yawn. Political symbolism? Balls. The surprising little twist right at the end comes off more like happy-anniversary-charity-sex, and not surprisingly, the climax with the hurried abruptness of a fake orgasm. However, Jennifer Lawrence is breathtaking in the film with a sense of forlorn determination and compelling intensity, giving her character that much-needed emotional drive.
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