Weirdly enough, I am not the target audience for most young
adult fiction. As it turns out, bitter late 30s Internet denizens are not the
demographic that books like Veronica Roth’s Divergent, nor
Neil Burger’s subsequent movie adaptation, are aimed at. That much is expected,
as are the melodramatic romance and angst-filled teenage rebellion, and
depending on your tolerance level for such things, they might not even be total
deal breakers. If nothing else, Divergent is still light
years more tolerable than any of the Twilight movies.
Where Divergent fails in spectacular
fashion is in the world building. Set in a dystopian future Chicago, 100 years
after a vague war that is only mentioned offhand, the world is simplified to
the point of idiocy. You watch the movie with slack-jawed awe, thinking there
must be more than this, there must be something else going on, but there’s not.
The political system that rules the city, as well as the dissent that you know
from word one is going to bubble up, is so asinine and minimal that you have to
wonder how anyone thought this was enough to build a story on.
The city has been walled off for a century, and no one has
apparently even thought to wonder what might be outside. There’s a wall and places
that “never recovered from the war,” and that’s that. Inside, society has been
broken up into five factions, based on your dominant personality trait. These
include Abnegation, the doormats; Amity, the happy farmers; Candor, the
tactlessly honest; Erudite, the sinister, conniving smart people; and
Dauntless, the brave. Dauntless is supposed to be cool and courageous, but
they’re just a Mountain Dew commercial come to life. They run everywhere,
hooting and hollering, they have neck tattoos, and wear all black. Do they wait
for the train to stop, like pussies? Oh no, they jump on just like they jump
off. Their main hangout is an extreme sports club, full of rock climbing walls
and MMA rings. I’m surprised there’s not more chest bumping.
This division is so maddening and stupid that it’s hard to
get past, and you spend most of Divergent asking yourself
what jackass possibly thought a way of life that forces people to be one single
thing their entire lives was a good idea. Of course, people are so much more
than just one part of their personality. Holy shit, you can be brave, and nice,
and smart? Well that’s just crazy talk.
And this is the foundation that the entire story is built
upon, and it is so flimsy and insubstantial that everything suffers as a
result. Burger has actually assembled a solid cast, that, for the most part, do
what is asked of them, but there is so little substance that their best isn’t
much.
The plot follows Beatrice “Tris” Prior (Shailene Woodley) as she takes a test that determines what faction she fits with, and where she should spend the rest of her life. Again, this is a simple world, and once you choose, you can never change your mind, because no one has ever changed their mind before, or regretted a decision they made when they were 16. This is essentially the sorting ceremony from Harry Potter. But here’s the problem, Tris is equally apt in multiple areas, again, whoa. This is apparently very, very rare somehow, and makes her what they call divergent. Because this world is so laughably dumbed down, one person with a well-rounded personality throws their entire way of life into chaos. That seems like a sound basis for government.
The thematic through line of Divergent is
Tris trying to figure what makes her different and what makes her such a threat
to the powers that be, personified by Jeanine (Kate Winslet), an evil Erudite
out to snatch as much power as she can. Her whole argument is that Tris is
different, thus threatens their way of life, and that’s all you get for an
explanation.
This pops up from time to time, but most of the first two
thirds of the movie is taken up with Tris trying to fit in with her new friends
in Dauntless. The action is essentially every high school movie you’ve ever
seen, where the awkward new kid struggles to find her place. She makes a couple
friends, including Lenny Kravitz’s daughter, and falls in love with her hunky
instructor Four (Theo James). He just gets her like no one else ever has, you
know. You’d think even in the future there’d be some rules about students
dating teachers, no matter how dreamy he is. I know he’s not that old—there are
apparently also no people older than their mid-40s in
Divergent-land, which gives the whole place a
Logan’s Run feel—but she’s still 16.
Even with the overly melodramatic romance, Woodley and James
do what they can to save the day, but the script doesn’t give them much material
to work with. They’re also the only characters with anything substantial going
on. Sure, Tris’ big watery eyes are on the verge of tears for most of the
movie, but the story rains shit on her from the get go, so you understand that.
Four is an archetype tough guy, a strong silent type, but James has enough
charm to make him at least likable, and he even winds up being the funniest
part of the movie.
Everyone else, however, is totally wasted, and not the fun
kind. You expect Jeanine to tent her fingers manically at any moment because
she’s so one-dimensional. Ashley Judd as Tris’ mother has a moment that gives
her something to work with, but Tony Goldwyn as her father just looks confused
when he’s on screen. Mekhi Phifer has a handful of lines and walks around
looking stern. If you looked at the promotion leading up to
Divergent, you’d think Miles Teller plays a sizable role,
but they only let him speak half a dozen times, and every word out of his mouth
is just to prove he’s a dick. And Jai Courtney doesn’t do much to inspire
confidence that he was the right choice to play Kyle Reese in Terminator:
Genesis. He’s Eric, one of the Dauntless leaders, who, like everyone
else, is flat and boring. You get it from the moment you first see him, he’s an
asshole, and there’s nothing else going on beyond that.
By the time you get to the final act of
Divergent the pace picks up and it’s possible to settle back
into the action and let it slip over you, but it’s far too little, far too
late. Bland, clunky, and lifeless, Divergent is built on a
flawed premise, with nothing below the surface. Burger and company do their
best to invoke The Hunger Games, even falling back on the
handheld camera work of the first film in that franchise, and though
Divergent may result in a decent payday, this is yet another
misfire by studios looking to cash in on the popularity of dystopian teen
sci-fi.
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