I watched The Hunger Games on Channel 4 at the weekend. The plot, such as it is, concerns a weird, North Korean-style society, which is divided into 12 districts. Every year, 2 young people are chosen from each district; a boy and a girl; and put into a game of murder, in which very young children and fairly mature teenagers are supposed to keep killing one another for the delectation of a mass TV audience until there's only one survivor. This is the revenge of the metropolitan upper classes on the peasants for daring to stage an uprising 3 generations previously.
If it had been called Monty Python and the Hunger Games, it might have worked better; as long as the makers specified that it was a clinically insane version of Monty Python. Terry Jones would have been very good as the pink-frocked female impersonator, who presided over choosing our young heroine and our young hero for the “games”. And Eric Idle at his most smarmy would have been an idea choice for the Parkinson who did the TV interviews with the contestants. And the other Pythons would have really enjoyed camping around in the silly outfits and fright wigs.
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