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Prince of Persia - A Review

I'm gonna give this one a big old "Meh..." Having played the game back when the Sands of Time trilogy came out for PC, I was expecting a lot from this movie, and I left the theater feeling terribly disappointed.

First things first, why on Earth do Persians have British accents??? I mean, I get it. We have to make the movie accessible to the masses, but really? British? Apparently, all Americans need to suspend reality enough to make us think we're in a different part of the world is a British accent. Perhaps Jake Gyllenhaal can't do another accent? I don't have the answer for that, but it annoyed me throughout the movie. Who cares if I'm a stickler?

As far as performances go, Ben Kingsley was wonderful, but I have yet to see him in a role in which he did not excel. He's always fun to watch. Gyllenhaal was alright, but I had a completely different idea of the type of person Dastan was. Sure, he looked moderately appropriate, but there was just something about him that didn't sit well with me...

But I'm getting ahead of myself.

In Prince of Persia, Jake Gyllenhaal plays Dastan, the adopted son of King Sharaman (played by Ronald Pickup). He has two brothers Garsiv and Tus (Toby Kebbell and Richard Coyle respectively), and the family is close-knit until Dastan is framed for his father's murder. Dastan escapes certain death and goes into hiding, but discovers during his exile that his Uncle Nazim (Kingsley) is at the root of the treachery. After deciding to clear his name, he goes to Alamut, a sacred city which houses the love interest of the film, Tamina (Gemma Arterton). He gets a hold of a special daggar with the power to rewind time for up to a minute, but it only works if it has the "Sands of Time" contained within its hilt. It is up to Dastan to avenge his father's death while also restoring his place among his brothers.

I will say that I did enjoy many of the stunts done by Gyllenhaal and his castmates. Indeed, I can't even begin to imagine the amount of upper body strength required to do some of the things he did: jumping from a roof to catch and hold himself on another nearby roof ledge, pulling himself up from said ledge using only his arms, jumping from ledge to ledge to ledge without falling, etc... Oddly enough, however, I felt like even those stunts didn't do the video game justice.

That being said, my attention was diverted for approximately 2 hours, and I wasn't praying for a reason to leave the theater before the movie was over. I always say that any movie with an osterich race and a subsequent osterich stampede will never fail to keep me gazing amusedly at the screen. Who cares if the script was a bit wooden and contrived? It was fun, and that's all that matters... right?

Additionally, it was also nice to stare at the muscles responsible for that amazing upper body strength I mentioned earlier...
I'm not a big fan of the hair,
but I can look past that...

You know, I'm not entirely sure when it happened, but I, for some reason, have forgotten all of my qualms about objectifying men (see the end of yesterday's post about The Killers). I'm single at the moment, so I feel like I'm allowed. Also, chances are I'll never be meeting these men, so what does it matter if I turn them into objects?

Ah, well... I'm ok with it for right now. Hopefully, this newly discovered viewpoint won't bleed it's way onto how I actually view people, because I've always prided myself upon my lack of physical judgment.

Tomorrow's blog post will be the last of this week's Movie Review Extravaganza with my take on Robin Hood. And then we'll be back in business for the writing exercises. Woo!

Peace.
Stef.

Comments

Diandra said…
I could do without the muscles, but I like the hair... and honestly, I would take the muscles as well, if forced to. (^v^)

Concerning "objectifying" guys - what's the problem with it? As long as one knows one is doing it, I'm totally fine with it. The guys do it to women all the time, and I don't blame them for it, either. (At least as long as they are only "window-shopping".)

But Persians with British accent... *lol*

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