“A baffling, infuriating trend has cropped up in reviews of The Hunger Games: critics bodysnarking on Jennifer Lawrence. “A few years ago Ms. Lawrence might have looked hungry enough to play Katniss,” writes the New York Times’ Manohla Dargis, “but now, at 21, her seductive, womanly figure makes a bad fit for a dystopian fantasy about a people starved into submission.” The Hollywood Reporter’s Todd McCarthy comments that Lawrence’s “lingering baby fat shows here.” And—most bluntly—Hollywood Elsewhere’s Jeffrey Wells calls Lawrence a “fairly tall, big-boned lady” who’s “too big” for Josh Hutcherson, who plays Katniss’s romantic interest. (In case the message didn’t come through: Wells thinks Jennifer Lawrence is BIG. He also thinks we should be wary of “certain female critics” who “may be susceptible to the lore of this young-female-adult-propelled franchise.”)”—
“if critics are going to pick on a 21-year-old woman for not being skinny enough for a fantasy film, why haven’t they been more consistent in their critiques of actors’ bodies? I haven’t seen much concern about Liam Hemsworth’s muscular frame, even though his character in The Hunger Games occupies the same food-strapped world as Katniss.” (via dupery)
God help us all if this girl is being described as “big-boned” or is being criticised for her “lingering baby fat”.
No more late night/midnight showings of movies for me.
I’m trying to have coherent thoughts about the Hunger Games, but it’s all a haze of images and crying and feeling really hungry and like I was about to pass out. And when I stood up I almost fell over.
All the levels on which I am angry (SPOILERS SPOILERS SPOILERS)
1. Okay, I’m sorry, but over and over again Merlin has realized when there was some magical jewelry shit going down, and this is the ONE TIME HE DOESN’T REALIZE????
2. I’m all for writers being trolls ‘cause I’m masochistic that way. Otherwise I wouldn’t be able to stand watching the majority of things that I love. (MOFFAT!!!!) But really??? Really??? You give us a supposed wedding and then rip it out from under out feet and Gwen and Arthur are estranged and nobody realizes there was a magical bracelet involved??? REALLY??????
3. There has to be SOME resolution SOMETIME, okay???? Eventually, something to happen! Like Arthur becoming king! That was good! That was a step in the right direction! I mean, it took FOR-BLOODY-EVER, but it was a good move! No magic reveal, no wedding, no Morgana’s head on a platter…get a move on, people! I’m not getting any younger!!!!
4. THE LAST THING LANCELOT THE REAL LANCELOT WOULD EVER WANT IS FOR WHAT HAPPENED TO HAPPEN. I think his soul being summoned to enact the last thing on earth he would ever want…I mean…
That is actually the most horrible thing I’ve ever heard. It is wrong and terrible and ghastly and heart-ripping on every level.
But I have this antsy, angsty feeling like I’m full of glowing buzzing energy that’s making my heart race and making me want to run and dance around but is also vaguely uncomfortable because I feel like I’m supposed to be DOING something but I can’t figure out what it is so instead I sit here feeling all buzzy and about-to-burst and jittery…
I just remembered someone I had completely forgotten about:
The Unfortunate-Looking Man.
Who is this man, you ask?
He was on the Original Series of Star Trek. He was Chekhov before there was Chekhov (as far as what he did on the ship. He piloted with Sulu.)
And he was, truly, an unfortunate-looking man. Every time the camera would show his face my sister and I would cling to each other, half in horror, half trying to keep our hysterical laughter from ruining the moment.
I can’t believe I forgot about him. Now I really want to find a picture of him, because as unfortunate-looking as he was, he was kind of wonderful.