Ender's Game is a novel that seems to come and go. I remember it having periods of popularity at different points during my childhood, with different crowds. It's recurring success makes logical sense, it's the thing in between Starship Troopers and The Hunger Games, a deeply sci-fi driven dystopian epic centered around a society who misuses children to carry out unspeakable acts. Ender's Game is the root of a thirteen novel arc centered on young Ender Wiggin (Hugo's Asa Butterfield), a strategy wunderkind plucked from ranks of middle school hopefuls and thrown into the orbiting Battle School by Colonel Hyrum Graff (Harrison Ford). The Colonel and Major Gwen Anderson (Viola Davis) have a special interest in Ender. They focus on him, prime him, throw him special challenges within their child army. Ender progresses swiftly, easily, beautifully; picking up their tests and responding appropriately enough, though we're not clear what it is he's being primed for. We know that everything in this society seems to be hinging on the possibility that a race of monstrous, ant-like aliens called Formics will return. They'd wreaked havoc fifty years prior, after all, and left Earth reeling. The attack was a massacre, and reason enough to convince reasonable people that their best and brightest children needed to be shot into space and trained for intergalactic warfare. So, Ender is. He's good at it. Too good. And while the film itself is a competent, successful adaptation, my problems with it are essentially the same ones I had with the book itself.