I watched the second Mazerunner movie today. It was better than the first movie, but I still had trouble with the logistics, not to mention the ham-fisted handling of the basic theme of the movie (teleology ftw). I don’t love it when movies smack me in the face with the theme; it feels insulting, like I’m not smart enough to pick up on the underlying struggles without being told. I felt the same way with The Truman Show, but this was worse. (For what it’s worse, around the same time I saw The Truman Show I saw Quiz Show, which was far superior and didn’t slap the viewer in the face with the point).

It was far more bloody and violent than the first one seemed to be, too. I was pretty surprised by how violent it was. I guess I shouldn’t be. These teenage dystopian stories have so much violence; I suppose it’s to get the relatively overstimulated teenage and young adult viewers to feel something more than a typical video game or something. That’s pretty cynical, now that I think about it. Maybe I’m wrong. I hope so.

After supper, I took Annika to see the snow sculptures. They were good, but it was so cold! I didn’t wear anything but jeans on my lower body and that was a major mistake. The jeans did little to buffer the cold. My thighs went numb. Annika was a bit better off because she had worn snow pants and the whole works, but even she got cold, which relieved me because it meant we got to get back to the car.

I realize this isn’t the most exciting post I’ve ever written, but the day ran late and now I’m writing way past my bedtime. I’m not feeling especially thoughtful, and I am still sore in my neck and head for some reason. I have the Sunday Night Blues, mainly because I think I’m sick and it sucks being sick and while I actually do like my job, I work really hard and it’s exhausting. So I’m not looking forward to going back, even though I’m not actively dreading it the way I used to.

So I guess that’s the silver lining. I’m not dreading it. That’s good.