Peter Bradshaw 

The Maze Runner review – jog on

Celibate chiselled YAs in awful future dystopia battle to prove they are exceptional and divergent. Again, writes Peter Bradshaw
  
  

The Maze Runner, 2014
Lord of the flyboys … The Maze Runner. Photograph: Allstar/20th Century Fox/Sportsphoto Photograph: Allstar/20th Century Fox/Sportsphoto Ltd

This week’s YA dystopian-lite teen adventure features yet more celibate chiselled hotties in some ritualised game-playing future world, who discover that they are in some super-special way different, or divergent, or exceptional. As Nietzsche once said: destiny is cheekbones. Will it never end? Based on an insidiously sequel-spawning bestseller by James Dashner, this film features a teenage amnesiac calledThomas (Dylan O’Brien) who wakes up in a weird grassland called the Glade, enclosed by a mysterious stonewalled maze: this is the only way out, but it’s filled with creepy spider-like creatures.

The Guardian Film Show review of The Maze Runner

Thomas finds he is part of a community of adolescents led by an autocratic bully called Gally (Will Poulter), who permits a certain number of boys to explore the maze – called Maze Runners. But are they all just lab rats in some mad corporate experiment? Well, only a Freudian pedant would insist on the symbolism of burgeoning young adults in that spider-filled maze. But these are teenage males who supposedly haven’t seen a female person in years. So when a young woman finally appears (Kaya Scodelario) – shouldn’t that provoke a little more of an, erm, emotional response? As it is, everyone looks at each other with bland intensity, like members of a Christian volleyball team getting a team talk from the coach.

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