The world Divergent depicts is hardly special or new, and while I am slightly curious to see what happens next I can’t say I’m enough so to proclaim I’d be all that bummed if the studio decided to forgo making the sequels and let things end with this.
Thing is, Lawrence doesn’t allow herself to go over the top into cartoonish histrionics, holding her own in every scene no matter what’s going on or who it is she’s sharing the frame with. The last image is all about her, the film closing on a fantastic transformative sight that showcases all who Katniss has been with all she is about to be become.
Ender’s Game looks incredible, and the cast does their collective best, but the bad taste left in my mouth after it came to an end was unavoidably loathsome.
It’s great, filled with superb set pieces and moments, not the least of which is a dynamic attack on the Stark mansion that had the majority of the preview audience sitting on the edge of their seats holding their breath, and I can’t say I was ever bored by anything that was going on. At the same time, there is an almost television-like efficiency that can grow stale, nothing ever popping out or calling attention to itself in a way I could ever say was entirely memorable.
The Expendables 2 is a testosterone-fueled wank-fest, the film nothing more than an excuse for Stallone, Schwarzenegger, Willis, Van Damme and the rest of the cast to revel in their R-rated glory days.
The final hour of The Dark Knight Rises is a kinetic whirlwind of Shakespearian tragedy mixed with a Puccini opera.
Ice Age: Continental Drift isn’t very good, and if a fifth adventure ever ends up being made here’s hoping it follows in the footsteps of the other odd-numbered entries in the series and brings back the good-natured fun this fourth effort lacks.
Madagascar 3, for all its chaos, for all its weirdly absurdist flights of fancy, still becomes the most relatable, dare I say the most human, of the trilogy, something I never would have expected before the movie started.
While not without faults, this feminist take on the classic Grimm tale is undeniably bewitching, and of 2012’s dueling adaptations, both of which ended up worthy of my attention, Snow White and the Huntsman is the fairest of the duo and the one I look forward to revisiting in the future.