
Maze Runner: The Scorch Trials movie review: apocalyptic pile-on
The only slightly original element of the first film — the Maze — is gone, and now we’re in not simply a generic afterscape but every sci-fi afterscape.

The only slightly original element of the first film — the Maze — is gone, and now we’re in not simply a generic afterscape but every sci-fi afterscape.

All the world’s a stage, and all the men and women merely spending their time separating the recycling.

An uncomfortable, essential documentary that takes no sides as it raises questions about American ideals that are almost unanswerable but demand exploration.

Sharply observant and always surprising; mixes dry humor, aching drama, and stinging social commentary in its clashes between classes and generations.

The uppermost viewing platform at The Shard is open to the air.

The two adult women here are defined solely as mothers, but at least there is a teenaged female coprotagonist who is not defined by her gender.

Over the river and through the woods to yet another banal, anticlimactic attempt at storytelling from M. Night Shyamalan. And this time, it’s found-footage.

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The female protagonist is a mother, a girlfriend, and an ex-wife, but her life is not defined by her relationships to men and children.

There’s some good stuff here, like the prickly relationships between women at odds with one another, but too much feels too contrived to fully satisfy.