The redundancy of this subject matter is unquestionable. Decent romance films are incredibly few and far between, and it is difficult to truly elicit any form of positive emotional reaction from any and all female audiences, due to their very personal understanding of its existence in real life (while generally ignored by men) and their large range of vocabulary in understanding the genre in its many expressions in media—both literature and film.
The primary reason for romance as a handicap these days is that there is no new perspective. There are only so many complications which can arise in the first place. Relationships are straightforward, plot-wise, and it is only the characters themselves who are capable of modifying the romance formula.
Only unique, new, and interesting characters adjust the parameters of what their love will entail. And lastly, only characters who we can already relate to on other planes of life will educe the filmmakers’ sought viewer-response to their romance.
As impossible as this may seem, we ask ourselves: Why then? Why introduce this exhausted form of entertainment into a story like The Hunger Games, which certainly does not require it at all in the first place to succeed as a compelling action-drama? As I say: Romance as a genre or plot device functions successfully only through emphasizing the need for vicarious emotional