If there was any doubt that we’re reaching the point of supersaturation with dystopian YA adaptations, “The Giver” confirms that the tipping point has arrived. I get that life in post-recessional America doesn’t exactly inspire hope, be you a teenager or an adult. But I doubt real life could be any worse than escaping into this derivative and, often times, outright laughable film.
I first read the film’s source material, Lois Lowry’s Newberry-winning novel that is now a staple of middle school English curricula, as an impressionable 12-year-old in 2005. At the time, the post-“Harry Potter” adolescent fiction boom had not begun to tarnish the newly bolstered reputation of writing aimed for emerging readers (not even the “Twilight” series had been published). YA was neither a dirty word nor a marketing buzzword then; it was just my demographic.
Lowry’s book might have been relatively short, but it sure packed a punch. “The Giver” can serve a crucial function in the escalation of material for language arts, providing a key stepping stone towards more weighty adult literature. If you can place yourself in the position of a teenager, the dialectical push and pull between order and chaos as well as pain and pleasure are actually quite thought-provoking.
Yet no matter how deeply one might have regarded the thematic content of the novel, it’s entirely possible to discredit “The Giver” as little more than a compilation of shallow marketing hooks for a cookie-cutter dystopian YA film. The very premise of the story loses sophistication and nuance as it’s forced to fit the mold made popular by “The Hunger Games.” What made Lowry’s story special is largely discarded in favor the conventional, leaving behind a film that’s a shadow of its literary incarnation.
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