So The Hunger Games, as I understand it, is a tortured cry for real life–a cry that is forced from the young who feel compelled to resist the sick reality TV set of the Games and, more generally, the dystopia wrought by the Capitol. To this small but significant extent, the youth in The Hunger Games grope desperately for that which transcends the lust for pleasure and power, for that which can survive the soul-annihilating existence of the Capitol–for that which can only be fully satisfied by God.
And whether the youth of our culture themselves realize it or not, I think this is the key to why they, especially, are poring over the books and flocking to see the movie.
