The Hunger Games

Having not read "The Hunger Games" I would have approached the film with an open mind-if it had not unfortunately been dubbed in the media as the replacement for Twilight fanatics or "Twi-hards." Naturally I expected a gooey teenage romance, a stereotypical break up and reunion, and a shallow female character with boyfriend-orientated values.

However it soon became apparent that the female protagonist Katniss was a more interesting character (played by a more varied actress) than that of the weak and subordinate Bella Swan. Admittedly she was a similar "closed book" of a character, but emotion and turmoil was evident (hint hint Kristen) and was communicated so realistically. Alongside some brilliant acting, themes of dystopia would have had Karl Marx spinning in his grave. The lack of respect for human life insinuated that rather than progressing in terms of equality and justice, humanity is instead going backwards as a result of materialism and money. The cool colour palette of District 12 (Katniss' depraved home where people starve on a daily basis) for example resembled the haunting image of a concentration camp. Money has truly taken over in this plot. The nauseous and dramatic use of colour in the affluent clothing further emphasised the corrupted wealthy who lack morals and ethical reasoning.

I was also impressed by the soundtrack and variation in camera shots. I felt genuinely tense when the characters went through the "reaping" (the volunteering/selection of tributes into the deadly Hunger Games), through the use of frantic camera movements alongside very deep but quiet music. The treatment of the poor echoed Marx's comments of the majority "lower" classes as ignorant to their power as a collective and thus their strength in overthrowing those in power. Grey overtones over images of animal bones, rotten wood and elderly characters highlighted this weakness. This overthrow of capitalism, in effect, can be expected in the second and third installments to the story, where the imagery in this way is unlikely to disappoint.

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Some photos I found from my early days!

Damien Hirst: The First Look/ Thoughts, Work, Life.

 

When I saw the advert for Channel 4's take on Damien Hirst's exhibition at the Tate Modern in London (commencing from 4th April until 9th September 2012) I was genuinely quite excited. When I first saw Noel Fielding, however, I was not. OK, so we know him for his outrageously odd (or what some might call "quirky") sense of humour and his bold eye for colour, which ties in well with the non-conforming "punk" of an artist. I admit I was relieved to see his nerd-esque diamond skull ring with skull infused t-shirt, the nervous touching of his face and twizzling of hair, which proved that Fielding knew his place as a prior Art Student alongside the prestigious and affluent Hirst. Naturally, I expected some unusual questions with some informative answers from someone who obviously understood the importance of this man, but honestly? The first episode was rather embarrassing.

As a fan, comments like "I like the wonk" followed by an awkward silence, did not go down well. What is a "wonk", Noel? Is your name not supposed to mean the recognition and great celebration of one of the biggest religious festivals in the world?

So Fielding was undoubtedly a flop, but I gave the second episode a go hoping for better results. The mid-shot of the artist talking directly into the camera added to the personal meaning of his artwork, and overall catered, more so than the first episode, for the artist in me. The exploration of themes as well as a variety of resources (family videos, old photographs etc.) made for a more interesting programme. I was made aware of Hirst's intricate work surrounding butterflies, a concept I was not familiar with before, certainly artwork which is easier on the eye in contrast to the chopped up animals in formaldehyde. What struck me the most was Hirst's E at A-level art. Hirst also commented on the influence of his mother's hatred for her art teacher at school on his own work (I can relate to this, and maybe if I have children, one will be a genius and put me in a nice retirement home).

Despite Noel's abysmal attempt at interviewing Hirst, I certainly look forward to visiting his exhibition.