Having nothing better to do one afternoon, I sat down with the hubby and watched The Maze Runner. I enjoyed it! So much so that I promptly downloaded the entire series by James Dashner and began reading. That’s when it all turned to shit. The movie has nothing to do with the book. Nothing! At first I suspected Peter Jackson, but then realized if he were involved there’d still be 5 more films to get through just for that first book.
I never bothered to look up the culprit, but whoever you are, you should be ashamed! This is such a loose interpretation that if it were a pair of slacks, they be around my ankles! Permanently! Even if I bought a belt, I’d still need both hands to hold them up!
My advice is frag the movies, stick to books! But you already knew that.