The Rebels are at it again, and the famdom is buzzing with anticipation for something, anything– seriously, give us something! This is our natural state of being though, playing the waiting game until we’re about to burst forth and have kittens, or just go full on troll-under-the-bridge (you know who you are!).
The rebels have hacked thecapitol.pn’s Twitter as well as left a snazzy hidden message on Thecapitol.pn website, and not only have they done it once– nope they’ve done it twice in the last two days, and that can mean only a few things: We’re about to get more viral marketing promotional material thrown at us at odd times of the day, and well– I think that’s about it. But what ever could it be? I know what I want it to be, I know what a few of my friends want it to be, and I think I know what every other Hunger Games fan on the planet wants it to be.
Like the last propo address from the illustrious President Snow showed us the Rebels are highly capable of dropping a nice, shiny surprise on us. If only for a matter of a few short seconds. But that’s what we live for, right? Those ever so brief moments of excitement when a familiar, and beloved character’s face takes up residence on our screen, big and little. We’re over the moon seeing Peeta, and his pants– of course his pants. And we’re tickled to see Johanna in her gravity defying gown, and yes– we’re even pleased seeing President Snow on his thrown, playing the resolute, and distinguished dictator. I think we’re chilled to the bone though when we see glimpses of District 13 however, Beetee better yet. Because even if you’re not a fan of the story, or the over all delivery of the novel Mockingjay, you have to admit on some level that when you read it initially you thought it would make a killer film, if it ever was made into one that is. And look at us now, a fandom so big, so vast, and so ready to see not one, but two films made out of the novel so many of us have been up in arms about. We’re ready though, we’re ready for more than Beetee flicker across our screens, so ready to relish in more than the ridiculousness of Peeta’s pants, or the sassy stance of one of our favorite victors.
By all means give us The Mockingjay, by all means.
Tick tock, tick tock.
Them There Eyes