A hopeless end to a hopeless trilogy (spoilers)
Shredding the story to ribbons so the last 175 pages of the novel are rendered practically incoherent.
Making this film on a fraction of the budget it needed to succeed.
Laughably miscasting the central role (if you think Kristoffer Polaha is remotely believable as John Galt, you might be John Aglialoro).
Also, laughably miscasting Francisco D'Anconia (Joaquim de Almeida is a good 20 years too old, and nothing like the dashing playboy of the book).
Throwing in a swelling, bombastic score, because reasons.
Losing vital plot points, like the nationwide insurrection, the death of Robert Stadler, James Taggart's mental breakdown, and the final scene with Galt tracing the sign of the dollar in the sky.
Oh, and an amusingly fetishy torture scene.
Oh, AND a ridiculously corny final credit: THE END...NO...IT'S JUST THE BEGINNING.
This film is a humiliating disaster, plain and simple. It should not be defended because of Rand's message. Anyone who wants Rand's message can read the book. The films are not--I repeat, NOT--an adequate substitute.
Watching these films to get Rand's message instead of reading the book is like eating flour instead of bread.