In all, Insurgent may work as a deafening, frivolous diversion for viewers who can ignore the flimsiness of its universe, plot, and characters.
Insurgent's convenient scanners affirm its heroine to be 100% Divergent, the most out of everyone, and that's good enough for the story. But it doesn't have to be good enough for the audience.
I appreciate the attempt to try to make this world -- an obliterated, totalitarian Chicago -- as watchable as possible. But there's too much to keep straight.
There's little substance and little depth, but Woodley, with her preternatural poise, offers a worthy simulation of drama.
Insurgent is far too long for the minimal plot it encapsulates, features little in the way of meaningful character development, and is riddled with instances of poorly conceived, contrived developments.
It's all a bit of an unengaging muddle, covered over with concrete grunge, clean white labs, and stagy special effects.
The final Divergent book will be split into two movies, a future that is indeed a little dystopian. Much brighter, though, are the blossoming careers of Woodley and Teller.
Insurgent is not a very good movie, but it's better than it needs to be.
Insurgent stubbornly fails to surge.