It was high school over again. There I was, in a D.C. movie theater, with my childhood friend, waiting in line for a midnight movie premiere.
“Patrick, do you think we might be getting…too old for this?”
“No. We look sixteen. Act sixteen. Do something gross, like chew on the end of your hair or something. You used to do that all the time.”
High school trauma aside, all I can say is this: It was totally worth it. It was worth the late night. It was worth the two hour wait. It was worth elbowing through a horde of tweenagers with Liam Hemsworth fetishes just to get a seat. Because The Hunger Games is one badass movie. Continue Reading