Theres a short anxious scene in The Hunger Games, when its 16-year-old heroine, Katniss Everdeen (Jennifer Lawrence), races through a deep, dark forest, falls down a hill and rolls and rolls only to rise up and thrust herself again into the unknown. Katniss, the lethally tough linchpin from Suzanne Collinss trilogy turned rather less imposing film heroine, is a teenage survivalist in a post-apocalyptic take on a familiar American myth. When she runs through that forest, and even when she falls, theres something of the American frontiersman in her, as if she were Natty Bumppo reborn and resexed.
For as long as this brief scene lasts it seems possible that Gary Ross, the unlikely and at times frustratingly ill-matched director for this brutal, unnerving story, has caught the heart-skipping pulse of Michael Manns Last of the Mohicans if not that films ravishing technique and propulsive energy. Alas, Ross, the director of the genial entertainments Pleasantville and Seabiscuit, has a way of smoothing even modestly irregular edges. Katniss, who for years has bagged game to keep her family from starving, was created for rough stuff — for beating the odds and the state, for hunting squirrel and people both — far rougher than Ross often seems comfortable with, perhaps because of disposition, inclination or some behind-the-scenes executive mandate.
It may be that Ross is too nice a guy for a hard case like Katniss. A brilliant, possibly historic creation — stripped of sentimentality and psychosexual ornamentation, armed with Dianas bow and a ferocious will — Katniss is a new female warrior and she keeps you watching even while youre hoping for something better the next time around.
For some fans of the trilogy, the screen version will inevitably be disappointing, especially for those keeping inventory of the details, characters, grim thoughts and cynicism that have gone missing. For others, the image of a girl like Katniss taking up so much screen space with so few smiles may be enough to keep faith.
The screenplay by Ross, Collins and Billy Ray hews dutifully close to its source material, at least in wide strokes. Katniss lives in District 12 of Panem — as in panem et circenses, Latin for bread and circuses — a totalitarian state that has risen from the post-war ashes of North America. Every year a boy and a girl aged 12 to 18 are chosen from each Panem district to compete in the gladiatorial games of the title, a fight that owes something to that ancient Roman blood sport and something else to the Greek myth of the Minotaur, the part-man, part-bull that devoured Athenian youths given in tribute. The Minotaur is eventually slain, but thats getting ahead of Katniss.
The film takes off at the selection ceremony, or reaping, a nationally televised event complete with armed soldiers and a bubbly bubblehead M.C. (Elizabeth Banks), during which Katnisss younger sister, Primrose (Willow Shields), is chosen. Katniss quickly volunteers to take Prims place, becoming, with Peeta (Josh Hutcherson), District 12s tributes. The two are whisked off to the Capitol, where theyre plucked and primped by a team of gaudily hued stylists (overseen by a gilt-lidded Lenny Kravitz as Cinna), a potentially razor-sharp sequence that comes across as a variant on Dorothys cheery wash- and brush-up when she enters the Emerald City. Katniss may not be in Kansas, but neither does she seem in palpable danger.
That changes once she and Peeta are transported to the outdoor arena where, with wits and weapons, they battle the other tributes and assorted perils generated by the gamemakers (including a dandified Wes Bentley), who dole out death via computer touch screen. There, in a rapidly cut massacre that pits boy against girl and finds youngsters killing and falling and dying in a frantic, fragmented blur, Ross and his editors, Stephen Mirrione and Juliette Welfling, set the stage and stark mood. For her part, Katniss, though frozen in fear, follows the advice of her and Peetas mentor, Haymitch (an overly cute Woody Harrelson), and runs in the opposite direction. Its a strong, visceral scene that quickens the pace and pulse, and distills the storys horror — suffer the little children to enter the arena — in blunt visual terms.
Nothing else in the arena comes close to that initial fight in its sheer primal impact. Working with Tom Stern, Clint Eastwoods longtime cinematographer, Ross tries to find mystery in the forest, in its canopy of trees and thick undergrowth, but never locates a deeper dread, despite the computer-generated fireballs and hounds, and especially the other tributes.
What invests Katniss with such exciting promise and keeps you rapt even when the film proves less than equally thrilling is that she also doesnt need saving, even if shes at an age when, most movies still insist, women go weak at the knees and whimper and weep while waiting to be saved. Again and again, Katniss rescues herself with resourcefulness, guts and true aim, a combination that makes her insistently watchable, despite Rosss soft touch and Lawrences bland performance.
A few years ago, Lawrence might have looked hungry enough to play Katniss, but now, at 20, her seductive, womanly figure makes a bad fit for a dystopian fantasy about a people starved into submission. The graver problem is a disengaged performance that rarely suggests the terrors Katniss faces, including the fatalism that originally hangs on her like a shroud. What finally saves the character and film both is the image of her on the run, moving relentlessly forward. Unlike those American Adams who have long embodied the national character with their reserves of hope, innocence and optimism, Katniss springs from someplace else, a place in which an American Eve, battered, bruised and deeply knowing, scrambles through a garden not of her making on her way to a new world.
The hunger games (u/a) Director: Gary Ross
Cast: Jennifer Lawrence, Josh Hutcherson, Liam Hemsworth, Wes Bentley, Stanley Tucci
Running time: 142 minutes