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This Supercut Of Every Time Someone Says “Peeta” In Catching Fire Is Strangely Mesmerizing


And now I’m hungry for a gyro. Thanks, Peeta.

(via: /Film)

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  • Fabian Öhlin

    I’m not sure if the term “mesmerized” covers my reaction to, or rather my experience with this clip.

    At first I began to think (or maybe feel is more accurate) that maybe this word, “Peeta” was all these people ever said, like that was their language or something.

    Then I realized that maybe it was all they *could* say, as though their universe had only those two syllables and would allow them only in that order.

    After that came creeping the notion that maybe, just maybe, “Peeta” was all that *I* could say as well, that maybe it wasn’t *their* universe, but *the* universe that had adopted this new order. I tried to dispell this foolish idea by saying something, anything else (like “salmon” or “intricacy” for example) but the words would not form. I felt suddenly stricken with dread. What if this video was a dark portent, the herald of an oppresive future where “Peeta” was not a word but The Word, the one thing utterable by human voices.

    “Peeta”, a man would say to indicate a piece of bread. “Peeta” jubilant children would cry, celebrating the advent of joyous hollidays. “Peeta” an old woman would croak with her dying breath.

    The sole surviving phonetic structure, the be all and end all of grammar, “Peeta” would sit enthroned in perfect solitude atop the scattered remains of other words. The entirety of human speech, the alpha and omega of meaning and context, of structure and of creative impulse.

    The absurdity of this scenario struck me. How, I thought to myself, could my usualy rational brain fabricate such an inane vision for the future? But as that thought took root, all I felt was “Peeta” sliping from my grasp as well. No other words returned to my throat and so I was struck dumb.

    Now, I cannot speak, for I have no words. Not “salmon”, not “intricacy”, nor “malcontent” or even “elephant”. None of those, and certainly not “Peeta”. I may never speak again

    Thanks a bunch, Hunger Games.

  • Fabian Öhlin

    I’m not sure if the term “mesmerized” covers my reaction to, or rather my experience with this clip.

    At first I began to think (or maybe feel is more accurate) that maybe this word, “Peeta” was all these people ever said, like that was their language or something.

    Then I realized that maybe it was all they *could* say, as though their universe had only those two syllables and would allow them only in that order.

    After that came creeping the notion that maybe, just maybe, “Peeta” was all that *I* could say as well, that maybe it wasn’t *their* universe, but *the* universe that had adopted this new order. I tried to dispell this foolish idea by saying something, anything else (like “salmon” or “intricacy” for example) but the words would not form. I felt suddenly stricken with dread. What if this video was a dark portent, the herald of an oppresive future where “Peeta” was not a word but The Word, the one thing utterable by human voices.

    “Peeta”, a man would say to indicate a piece of bread. “Peeta” jubilant children would cry, celebrating the advent of joyous hollidays. “Peeta” an old woman would croak with her dying breath.

    The sole surviving phonetic structure, the be all and end all of grammar, “Peeta” would sit enthroned in perfect solitude atop the scattered remains of other words. The entirety of human speech, the alpha and omega of meaning and context, of structure and of creative impulse.

    The absurdity of this scenario struck me. How, I thought to myself, could my usualy rational brain fabricate such an inane vision for the future? But as that thought took root, all I felt was “Peeta” sliping from my grasp as well. No other words returned to my throat and so I was struck dumb.

    Now, I cannot speak, for I have no words. Not “salmon”, not “intricacy”, nor “malcontent” or even “elephant”. None of those, and certainly not “Peeta”. I may never speak again

    Thanks a bunch, Hunger Games.

  • Fabian Öhlin

    I’m not sure if the term “mesmerized” covers my reaction to, or rather my experience with this clip.

    At first I began to think (or maybe feel is more accurate) that maybe this word, “Peeta” was all these people ever said, like that was their language or something.

    Then I realized that maybe it was all they *could* say, as though their universe had only those two syllables and would allow them only in that order.

    After that came creeping the notion that maybe, just maybe, “Peeta” was all that *I* could say as well, that maybe it wasn’t *their* universe, but *the* universe that had adopted this new order. I tried to dispell this foolish idea by saying something, anything else (like “salmon” or “intricacy” for example) but the words would not form. I felt suddenly stricken with dread. What if this video was a dark portent, the herald of an oppresive future where “Peeta” was not a word but The Word, the one thing utterable by human voices.

    “Peeta”, a man would say to indicate a piece of bread. “Peeta” jubilant children would cry, celebrating the advent of joyous hollidays. “Peeta” an old woman would croak with her dying breath.

    The sole surviving phonetic structure, the be all and end all of grammar, “Peeta” would sit enthroned in perfect solitude atop the scattered remains of other words. The entirety of human speech, the alpha and omega of meaning and context, of structure and of creative impulse.

    The absurdity of this scenario struck me. How, I thought to myself, could my usualy rational brain fabricate such an inane vision for the future? But as that thought took root, all I felt was “Peeta” sliping from my grasp as well. No other words returned to my throat and so I was struck dumb.

    Now, I cannot speak, for I have no words. Not “salmon”, not “intricacy”, nor “malcontent” or even “elephant”. None of those, and certainly not “Peeta”. I may never speak again

    Thanks a bunch, Hunger Games.

  • Axe Armor

    Malkovich.

  • Carmen Sandiego

    I love you and you have won the internet.

  • Brooke Michelle
  • imelda

    PEETA!!!!!

  • imelda

    They should make a vid that’s just Katniss saying it, as it’s mostly her anyway, and she says it best.

  • Fabian Öhlin

    Update:
    Better now, still having trouble with the word “pancake”