starring Jennifer Lawrence, Josh Hutcherson, Liam Hemsworth, Donald Sutherland
screenplay by Peter Craig and Danny Strong, based on the novel by Suzanne Collins
directed by Francis Lawrence
by Walter Chaw The first four hours of The Hunger Games: Mockingjay - Part 2 (hereafter Hunger Games 3.2) are interminable. Because I barely remember anything from any other movie in this series (I had to go back and reread my reviews, not just to refresh my memory, but to affirm that I'd even seen the previous films), everything that wraps up loose threads, the two (count 'em) times characters are forced to give Biblical genealogies to the probable delight of ardent fans, the deadening nonsense involving love triangles, all that jazz, is exactly like watching paint dry. It's bookkeeping. They could just be moving their lips and making smacking noises. I like how the late Philip Seymour Hoffman handles these scenes: chin to the chest, looking for all the world like he's counting minutes. It's not unlike that part of The Sound and the Fury (which is my favourite book, by the way, so I'm not really complaining) that most people skim. And for good reason. Moby Dick has one, too. I'm saying this in the vain hope that you lay off in the comments section. Oh, I also still hate the silly Dickensian names. They're stupid and desperate.