I Can Accept Most Of Opinions That Caesar Isn't A Good Person, UNTIL After A Worthy Arguments The Argument

I can accept most of opinions that Caesar isn't a good person, UNTIL after a worthy arguments ✨the argument✨ comes up and his name is Lucretius Flickerman.

In general, I don't like the idea of characters' kinship, because "hereditary professions" is a very lazy and simple option. Children do not always follow in the footsteps of their parents for various reasons.

It actually surprises me (although no, it was expected) how quickly everyone around decided that L*cretius was none other than Caesar's father. When I read the ballad, I thought if he was an ancestor, then some kind of weird uncle or grandfather that everyone forgot about (because he was quickly removed). So, if he exists in my version, then he is a local tio bruno (but I love bruno, this is different case), at every mention of which Caesar is embarrassed and cringes, so we don't talk about L*cretius us us us.

And when someone says that Caesar got his entire job and position only as an inheritance from his father, it really disturbs me, because this guy literally did not exist 3 years ago. He's like a bonus. Can't take it as something serious and meaningful idk. I have a feeling that Collins didn't plan to write a prequel at all, don't know why she wrote tbosas in this way((( but that's topic for different conversation.

I love funny weird characters and parrots but it's not the case. I wouldn't have any problems with L*cretius character if his last name wasn't Flickerman.

Same thoughts

I want to watch a movie to enjoy the aesthetics and for the sake of returning to the Capitol. Moreover, now they can make a better picture (oh technologies). But at the same time, everything is likely to go wrong again, as this return to the past erases the meaningful things.

Yes, it's after the war, yes it's from the past, but it's still the Capitol. These are the ruins, but of an extravagant and already technologically advanced city of our future. The colors may be muted, but they should be there to become even brighter over time.

movie prediction: visuals are gonna be good, but the story will lack Snow's narcissistic tendencies and be misread. depth not applied, but aesthetics.

- All the colors seem artificial, the pinks too deep, the greens too bright, the yellows painful to the eyes, like the flat round disks of hard candy we can never afford to buy at the tiny sweet shop in District 12.

nooooooo

cha cha cha boy :(((

I love that moment in the book when Katniss and Peeta see the Capitol for the first time from the train window.

- The train finally begins to slow and suddenly bright light floods the compartment. We can’t help it. Both Peeta and I run to the window to see what we’ve only seen on television, the Capitol, the ruling city of Panem. The cameras haven’t lied about its grandeur. If anything, they have not quite captured the magnificence of the glistening buildings in a rainbow of hues that tower into the air, the shiny cars that roll down the wide paved streets, the oddly dressed people with bizarre hair and painted faces who have never missed a meal. All the colors seem artificial, the pinks too deep, the greens too bright, the yellows painful to the eyes, like the flat round disks of hard candy we can never afford to buy at the tiny sweet shop in District 12.

They both know where and why the train is taking them, but for a moment they forget about everything when such a miracle appears. For them, it's truly a miracle - a fabulous, inaccessible city in which, it's hard to believe, but people live their lives without knowing any problems. But they're just two kids who could only dream of this place because it just can't be real in their world.

And here it is the Capitol, Gem of Panem, shining with all the colors of the rainbow.

- It’s as if in an instant, a painted window shatters, revealing the ugly world behind it. Laughter changes to screams, blood stains pastel stones, real smoke darkens the special effect stuff made for television.

But this is for later, and now there's only the first bright impression, with sincere childish delight. And it's so beautiful.

President Snow invented a new form of abuse by giving flowers. This is another level of flower language.