I think that this movie can be summed up pretty simply: can I have 125 minutes of my life back? There’s only so far that a bunch of people wandering about inside a giant booby-trapped cube can be stretched, and this movie stretched it for WAY too long.
Hell, even the psychological part of the movie (really the biggest part of it) was full of basically cliched and hackneyed interactions between the characters. About the only interesting bit was the way the good guy - bad guy part ended up working out. Quentin flips his lid and becomes the bad guy, the 'spy (can’t remember his name) is really a good guy in the end
Furthermore, the movie didn’t have a point. It really, truly had absolutely NO POINT. As hard to imagine as that may be, it’s true. You’d think there would be some final, at least partial explanation of what the hell is going on, but nope. You’d think there’s some reason for this thing to exist, but the movie basically cops out on it by essentially saying that the point is that there ISN’T a point. I wonder if they thought that would be cool, or interesting to ponder, or somehow fascinating and deep. I’ll keep on wondering, too, and no more, because it’s not cool, interesting, or somehow fascinating and deep, it’s effing STUPID!
And as if that weren’t enough, the way things finally ended up was enough to really succeed in cheesing me off beyond words:
[spoiler]When they finally get to the exit, the movie sets up the deaths of the loser-architect guy and Leven (spelling?) the math-whiz girl, who happened to be the ONLY character that I even slightly cared about, if for no other reason than that she was the least freakishly neurotic and Quentin was a psycho. Anyway, the movie sets up their deaths in the most incredibly cliched, hackneyed manner possible: When the door opens to the outside, he just stands there and watches, then sits down. When Leven asks what’s wrong, he says “There’s nothing for me out there.” WHAT!? You are in a massive, death-trapped cube with no food or water, you MORON! For crying out loud, you just doomed yourself and Leven because of the little conversation you had to have, ending with her saying “I can live with that,” just before being stabbed in the back by a psychotic Quentin. Of course, she kinda doomed herself, too, by uttering those words. In any case, I would have walked out then if it weren’t basically the end of the movie anyway.
Just as a final note to the writers, having the autistic, mentally disabled computer man be the only survivor is not an interesting point, nor even a particularly good exercise in irony after this trainwreck of a movie.[/spoiler]
And you know, even if the movie was otherwise flawless, I think two hours of wandering through the same frickin’ sets over and over again would have been enough to send me over the brink all by themselves.
In sum: having a premise but forgetting the plot is no way to make a movie.