The Hunger Games won’t be hitting theaters until March 23rd, but Deadline informs us that Lionsgate has just hired a screenwriter for the sequel, Catching Fire. And, much to my surprise, it’s a good choice: Academy Award-winning Slumdog Millionaire and 127 Hours scribe Simon Beaufoy. The original plan called for director Gary Ross and author Suzanne Collins to pen the follow-up, and though Ross will reportedly come back for the second of three installments, they’re going this route. The post-production efforts required of him for the first is said to be the reason, but I am surprised they would already begin script work on Fire within the next couple of months.
This is by no means a bad sign, however; it’s actually a big step in the right direction for a film I otherwise couldn’t be less invested in. But, still — don’t expect me to suddenly become big on the franchise. In fact, if I’m reminded of anything here, it’s Steven Soderbergh‘s participation as second unit director on the upcoming film. Yes, I admire the work of someone involved in the project, but why else am I supposed to care?
Catching Fire will open on November 22nd, 2013. You’ll have some time to catch up on the books until then, if the desire strikes you.
If you weren’t previously excited for Catching Fire, do Beaufoy’s scripting duties reverse your stance?
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