It might seem hard to describe The Giver without revealing some of those plot points that touchy suspense fans call “spoilers.” But this brisk, deftly art-directed parable is basically unspoilable. Even viewers who know nothing of its source, Lois Lowry’s 1993 novel, will be able to anticipate every development.
That’s because Lowry’s vision of a serene but secretly corrupt future society offers little that wasn’t imagined decades earlier in 1984, Brave New World and Fahrenheit 451. Lowry just cooked such books down for a pre-teen audience that hasn’t read them.
After years of trying, producer and star Jeff Bridges finally got The Giver made because of the success of The Hunger Games and similar tales of noble teens in a world run by manipulative adults. So the first task was aging the novel’s protagonist (Jonas, played by Brenton Thwaites) from 12 to 16.
Jonas lives in a community, called “the community,” that’s any high schooler’s vision of Hell: It’s run by guidance counselors. Where in Divergent the kids were separated into different castes upon graduation, in The Giver they’re given specific assignments. None is more specific than Jonas’. He’s the new receiver, assigned to learn the real history of humanity from the bearded, avuncular title character (Bridges, clearly enjoying the sound of his own voice).