Insurgent

I enjoy fantasy. There’s a place for big, broad, occasionally dumb movies like The Avengers and Star Wars and The Hunger Games. There’s so much cynicism in the world. Why question genuine enjoyment? Even with Divergent and Insurgent, which, let’s face it, are blatant knockoffs meant to fill the void left by better series, I can’t say I was bored. That zip line over the Chicago skyline in the first film is gravitationally dubious, but every ten-year-old in the world knows that when a five mile zip line ceases to excite you, you’ve lost something fundamental to the human experience.

Myths are all, on some level, daydreams. Daydreams are impervious to criticism. It’s...