Took A to see Divergent, the latest in the 'Insurgent' series, based on the novels by Veronica Roth. A likes the books and loves Shailene Woodley, star of her favourite movie, The Fault in Our Stars. But she's 12 (OK, 13 before the end of this month) and there's a big difference between reading a book & letting your mind fill in the visuals and sitting through this new fad of dystopian films which leave very little to the imagination.
Divergent, like the similar teenage sci-fi series, The Hunger Games, is bleak as hell. I personally found the latter's theme of teenagers killing each other pretty distasteful. Divergent doesn't limit its violence to teenagers, but its still pretty brutal, formulaic and its post-apocalyptic setting just plain grim. We left after half an hour. Give me Disney any day.