hunger games and thinking too hard

I saw The Hunger Games on Friday night and my initial reaction was hearty applause. I have read and loved the books and was definitely nervous for the movie. I mean, I've seen Harry Potter completely butchered on screen, so I didn't want to get my hopes up for well-done Hunger Games. But I was pleased with the movie. It told the story the way it needed to be told translated on film. I understand why they cut the things they cut and I was able to accept it for the sake of the story and the sake of the movie. For instance, I realize that it would have been difficult to portray Katniss becoming severely dehydrated without some sort of cheesy voice-over narration. I get that. The camera shakiness kind of annoyed me for a while, but that could be because I was sitting closer to the movie screen than I normally like to. The shakiness also added to the frenetic insanity of the story. If that makes sense.
So anyway, I came away from the film feeling really good about how they did it. I saw the movie as a success and I appreciated what it added to my understanding of the story.
However, now that I've read some reviews, I'm not so sure I'm supposed to like it as much as I did. The more I reflect on it, I realize just how much they did cut out and how it could have had a more well-written script. And maybe Katniss shouldn't have been played by a white actress and how Peeta should have been taller and Gale should have been thinner. And maybe they should have given the audience a detailed account of how many tributes were left throughout the Games.
These are all things that I didn't even think about while I was watching the movie (with the possible exception of the last one... I did wonder at one point just how many people were still alive). I was so captivated by what the film did show that I didn't take time to think about what was missing.
And now I feel like a bad fan of the books because I didn't really care that the actors didn't look exactly like their characters. I didn't really care that everything wasn't exactly how Suzanne Collins wrote it in the books. But I do realize that this isn't a fair way of thinking about it. It's perfectly okay that I liked the movie and that I felt it was true to the story I read. It's just that the more I think about it, I can't help but wonder if I liked the movie too much. Which is stupid, I realize.
I liked The Hunger Games. I thought it effectively did what it needed to do. And I'm going to stop apologizing for liking it.