Insurgent is the second book in the Divergent trilogy, following the Abnegation assault, Eric and his group search for a box from the spoils of the wreckage; it contains the symbol of each faction. Meanwhile Tris is out doing what she does best.
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.
The only perceivable point of progress is that more than ever, people around Tris state the centrality of her role in the coming social upheaval, a responsibility to which she responds with the correct amount of humility and embarrassment.
A sequel that has the same mistakes of the first film: it's banal, poorly performed and, in general, everything it wants to transmit is a hateful message. [Full review in Spanish]
I said of Divergent last year that it was worth sticking around for the eventual pay-off and that still rings true, but the next installments will have to deliver a pretty heavy payload because Insurgent is hardly likely to start an uprising.
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.
Winslet is an evil wonder to watch. Hair pulled tight and dress pulled tighter, she is unflappable and heartless and it's awesome. Too bad it's in a movie that doesn't quite deserve her.
