Well, that’s settled. Finally, the world can rejoice with the concluding chapter in the Hunger Games trilogy tetralogy—rejoice because it’s over. Thank God I’ll never have to hear the names Peeta or Gale ever again.
After what seems like an eternity, the fantasy adaptation Seventh Son has finally landed in theaters. Was the film worth the wait, or is it just another failed fantasy flick on a heap of broken dreams?
A few years ago, Warner Brothers started the trend of taking the final volume of an adaptation and splitting it into two films. That film/adaptation was Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows. Lionsgate has continued this questionable trend with the final volume of the Hunger Games trilogy, Mockingjay. Harry Potter was 759 pages, while Mockingjay was 400. The former probably deserved the split film treatment, while the latter just feels like it’s milking the audience.