“A few years ago Ms. Lawrence might have looked hungry enough to play Katniss, but now, at 21, her seductive, womanly figure makes a bad fit for a dystopian fantasy about a people starved into submission.”
No, Manohla. No.
This paragraph destroys me on so many levels.
They didn’t need someone who looked “starved into submission”. They needed someone who looked like she could climb trees and hunt for food and survive a night outside without a sleeping bag. They needed someone who looked awkward and hippy and not at all comfortable in a ball gown. They needed someone who could play convincingly tough. Not fake-tough like Rooney Mara, but genuinely troubled in a way that—I’m sorry but—you can never be if your great-grandfather is Tim Mara.
I know I am late to jump on this bandwagon, and I know there are people all over the Internet capable of being more expertly angry about all of this than me. But it’s been gnawing at my heart since I read it. Ms. Dargis- what happened?
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