Divergent: A Minimal Effort Movie Review
So I ducked out on some responsibilities yesterday and went to the movies. My choices boiled down to watching a movie about a loving deity who murders almost everyone on the planet, an art film about Voldemort as a concierge, and Divergent.
Now I'm a sucker for young adult dystopian fiction, primarily because I want to know what kind of crap is being shoveled into the heads of the people who'll be running the country while my generation is busy changing lanes without looking in our oversized cars and bankrupting Social Security to eek out a few more minutes on the planet.
And based on my detailed assessment, ladies and gentlemen of Generation X, we're fucked.
But, there's a bit of a silver lining; at least some of these kids will be unable to defend themselves against our canes and walkers and electric scooters. Why? Because the representation of Martial Arts, at least in Divergent, is ridiculous.
Why do some Science Fiction writers feel the need to reinvent fighting? I could almost understand if the plot revolved around 3-legged creatures, or a sentient squid who discovers an ancient manuscript of lost rubber-based fighting techniques by a creature named Bravo.
Unarmed fighting between humans isn't like technology; it's one of the few things we actually do well, and have been doing consistently since we were flinging **** at each other from the trees. You, as a Science Fiction author, might be able to predict a new way for people to get across the universe, or develop mind powers, or shoot brain-eating nanobots out of their eyes.
But you're not going to create a new way for people to punch, any more than you're going to come up with a new way for them to ****, or *****. We may not be good at much else as a species, but we've got this stuff down.
As far as the rest of the movie goes, if you can get past Budget Katniss and Duckface #4, it's okay. Not $10 okay though.