You may ask yourself, well, how did I get here? Months after watching The Maze Runner, I feel a lot like the main character. I can’t remember much.
The film jettisons narrative in favor of a loosely stitched collection of heavy handed simulacra reminding viewers that they are watching a dystopian film. In that sense, a symptomatic reading of The Maze Runner could give it value as a harbinger of our own unfolding apocalypse. That said, I think I might have mindlessly enjoyed portions of the movie. I have no idea what it is like to be a parent, but I do not think this film is suitable for children who might mistake it for something other than a commodity.