If there’s one name that I have come to associate with
sub-standard product, aside from our resident whipping boy Jai Courtney, it’s
one all-time Hollywood hack by the name of Akiva Goldsman. Sure, he has a
couple of winning films to his name like A Beautiful Mind and, depending on who
you ask, I Am Legend, but as a whole, this man is responsible for a lot of
shite as a screenwriter. Last year’s Insurgent, Winter’s Tale the year before,
The Da Vinci Code and Angels &
Demons, and let’s not forget the crowning jewel of bad comic book movies Batman
& Robin; that’s a hefty platter for a single chef. With all this in mind, I
look at today’s most recent YA adaptation with extreme scepticism; only this time, there’s more than definite
reason for me to be so. But, given how lenient I’ve been with The Maze Runner
and how much praise I’ve given to The Hunger Games, and knowing how it doesn’t
get much worse than Divergent, I’m still willing to give this a chance. I’m
holding out an idiot’s hope, aren’t I?
