WHY AM I SO OBSESSED WITH THE HUNGER GAMES DURING QUARANTINE?

AND WHY YOU SHOULD BE, TOO!

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MAY THE ODDS BE EVER IN YOUR FAVOR. The cover of the second novel of The Hunger Games trilogy, Catching Fire, by Suzanne Collins.

Madeline Brennan, Entertainment/Technology Editor

The Hunger Games was never a franchise I was too invested in when it was at the height of it’s popularity. If I’m being honest, I had to stop reading the first book because it scared me too much, and that kind of story had never appeared to me that much. I would antagonistically tell fans that President Snow was right and that I was a big fan of his. I watched Catching Fire for an incentive in middle school but didn’t think much of it afterwards. 

 

So why am I suddenly so obsessed with it now?

 

Yes, in my dull quarantine I have found my way back to The Hunger Games. Mostly because I’m actually really excited about the prequel that’s scheduled for release it a few weeks (surprise, surprise, it’s about President Snow; sixth grade me is ecstatic and twelfth grade me loves a good villain origin story), and partly because the stories interest me now. 

 

I’m fascinated by the concept of the Hunger Games, and if a major studio were to make films re-enacting every Hunger Games I would totally be front row in the movie theater (if they ever reopen), watching eagerly as I stuff popcorn in my mouth. 

 

I think I would probably find my sudden enjoyment of this fictional bloodsport a bit odd, especially considering my earlier reticence to it, if it weren’t for the situation we find ourselves in now.

 

Which leads me to my point: why am I obsessed with the Hunger Games during quarantine? The answer is simple: I like the escapism of it all. 

 

Just as I found comfort in watching films like Outbreak and Contagion, both of which chronicle far more serious, but fictional, pandemics and how the world would handle it, I like The Hunger Games because it reminds me that it could always get worse. 

 

Yes, we are currently all stuck inside, longing for a time when we could actually be bored with our schoolwork in person. Yes, we are going to miss out on a lot of important events. But at least we aren’t living in a dystopia where 24 children are forced to kill one another for the sick enjoyment of an oligarchic ruling class. 

 

So my advice during this quarantine? Watch The Hunger Games, and feel super grateful.