The Divergent Series: Insurgent

The visually pleasing third act saves this movie from oblivion, as it progresses to a surprisingly fulfilling ending.

In all, Insurgent may work as a deafening, frivolous diversion for viewers who can ignore the flimsiness of its universe, plot, and characters.

People are sad, people are mad, people are bad, and people will say exactly how they feel any chance they get. It's like a Bond villain crafted specifically to destroy whatever mystery still existed around the inner angst of young adult stories.

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.

There are some thrilling scenes here and there, but mostly, Insurgent is an aggressively familiar experience.

A more efficient indifference generator than its predecessor.

While it doesn’t feel any less derivative compared to the first film, “Insurgent” benefits from [Robert] Schewntke’s trademark visually expansive and action-packed direction and the breakneck pace in its screenplay.

Actors like Winslet and Watts have far too much talent to waste it here, whereas the script doesn’t allow for the talented younger supporting cast (namely James and Teller) to deliver much beyond one-note characterizations.

While the film is an improvement on the book and features decent FX, it is tiresome to see so many high profile stars in underdeveloped roles while essentially repeating the plot of Divergent. Woodley makes this bearable, but she can't save it

Insurgent falls short from its predecessor. It's heavy-handed themes lend themselves to overworked storylines and the lack of any true impact.