The Auto-Tuned boy-band version of the apocalypse. You will forgive that every plot point that isn’t a cliché is in fact a plot hole because the hero is so dreamy and impossibly perfect, right?
Finally, the last of my Paris photos from last month. All movies.
This is the sort of movie in which, when someone yells, “They’re going after the girl!” they refers only to boys and there’s no question who “the girl” is.
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.