Divergent and its sequels don’t make a whole lot of sense—but what they do have is a blend of wish-fulfillment, anarchic WTFery and actual social commentary that amounts to the Platonic ideal of “dystopia as cotton candy.” You will be in a sugar coma at the end of this film, but the sacrifice of your brain may not be entirely in vain.
So I’m going to repeat what I mentioned in my reviews of Divergent and Insurgent. I never got around to reading the books by Veronica Roth. So I’m largely assessing these films on their own merits, rather than looking at whether they do justice to the books. I’ve heard the books are fun, but I also believe the movies should stand on their own.