Teenagers are getting it in the neck again, in the latest dystopian Young Adult literary sensation to get the Hollywood treatment.
It's all familiar territory, but it's realized with flair.
I think I have a touch of apocalepsy -- excessive sleepiness caused by prolonged exposure to three- and four-part series in which adolescents rebel against oppressive governments represented by esteemed actors.
Is the true enemy this all-testosterone Lord of the Flies clan? Nah, faulting your fellow kids is so 1950s. For the millennials, adults gotta be to blame
Having not read the book, I was hoping for a more satisfying payoff than the one I got. Then again, maybe the filmmakers are saving the answers for the sequel.
The premise seems both smart and intriguing, but the film directed by Wes Ball bears many of the cruder markings of YA fiction.
It's bleak business, and as it hurries toward its explosive, expository conclusion, the film becomes nonsensical, too.
Teens should eat up this fantasy's scenery-chewing angst and doom, and the hopeful tale of survival and empowerment (to be continued in the inevitable sequel or sequels).
A well-acted and intelligent thriller/futuristic sci-fi romp.