The book Atlas Shrugged is a vile thing partially redeemed by the rubberneck value of seeing an author’s scarred psyche and bigotry transformed into a meticulously thought-out yet repellent philosophy that denies the existence of abstract beauty or humanity. Reading it is an alternately hilarious and disturbing experience, but it helps you understand the workings of the moneymen who arrogantly and incorrectly assume that their blind luck and ruthlessness in gaming the system is evidence of their Übermenschian superiority over the riff-raff.

Atlas Shrugged: Part I can’t even get that right. It’s incoherent and tedious, as soulless as the people who find value in it, and yet mundanely evil. It advocates the worst behaviour, it celebrates the worst of our…

A lot of people who have given this movie a bad review (and there were a LOT of people who have done so) have been accused of simply disagreeing with the film's political stance, and to be fair the film makes its socio-political views very clear. That's not why this is a bad movie, though. This is a bad movie because it's a dull, overwrought, poorly-written and poorly-acted affair. I may not be the biggest Ayn Rand fan in existence, but the woman was a good writer and Atlas Shrugged is a well-written story. John Aglialoro and Brian Patrick O'Toole, the writers behind this film, are clearly not anywhere near her or your average screenwriter's league. To be fair, they…