I simply cannot dislike any movie with both an ostrich race and an ostrich stampede. Oh, sure, I think Mr. Jerry “Overkill” Bruckheimer erred in not making the stampede bigger, and I’m certain he could have found a way to get Jake Gyllenhaal and Gemma Arterton on ostrich back, but he didn’t. Oh, well, perhaps in the sequel. Truthfully, I had a good enough time — in a non-cerebral way — with Prince of Persia: The Sands of Time. It lands somewhere in between a Pirates of the Caribbean movie and a National Treasure one, with a leaning toward the latter — that is, if the latter had been set in a stylized, storybook ancient Persia. The story is a bunch of nonsense involving royal intrigue, some non-existent ancient world weapons of mass destruction, and a trick dagger that allows its holder to rewind time — at least a minute’s worth. It’s nothing more nor less than a CGI variant on an old Douglas Fairbanks swashbuckler — with the antics and cliches intact. Gyllenhaal and Arterton are rather colorless in the leads, but old pro scene-stealers Ben Kingsley and Alfred Molina offer nice compensation.
Director: Mike Newell
Writer: Doug Miro, Carlo Bernard, Jordan Mechner and Boaz Yakin
Producer: Jerry Bruckheimer
Cast: Jake Gyllenhaal, Ben Kingsley, Gemma Arterton and Alfred Molina
Prince of Persia: The Sands of Time the IMAX Experience