While still on our twenty-four hour date last weekend, The Swede and I saw The Hunger Games: Catching Fire. It was the biggest theater I've ever seen and it felt like we were at the symphony. We sat in the very back and were, like, half a mile from the screen and it was still gigantic. We were settling in in our pre-booked seats (because that's the way it's done here; there's no just wandering in and flopping down wherever) and the quaintest thing happened: the little old man who had taken our tickets and those of a couple hundred teeny boppers cleared his throat and introduced the movie. He also mentioned that if anyone's cell phone rang they'd stop the movie and have that person removed, which was more threatening then quaint, actually, but aside from that it felt very old fashioned and, frankly, added to the experience. And then two-and-a-half hours flew by in the blink of an eye. In other words, Catching Fire was awesome and you should see it. But only after you've seen The Hunger Games.
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