This was the first movie in some years I turned off without finishing. Granted, it was in the last few minutes before the credits rolled, but I honestly didn't care to watch anymore.
First, this was the first movie that had actors speaking with British accents that just didn't work for me. I'm sure Leonidas and Co. (300) didn't have them either, but that didn't bother me. And the accents weren't even bad- Alfred Molina and Ben Kingsley, actual Brits, were in it.
There was nothing original about this story save for the dagger that could reverse time 60 seconds for whomever wielded it. You have the son of the king, framed for [SPOILER]dear ol' dad's murder [/SPOILER]who has to flee with the princess who hates him but will eventually fall in love with him, the evil [SPOILER]uncle [/SPOILER]who wants to [SPOILER]be king [/SPOILER]and the comical villain.
The movie got so bad it became predictable, building into a ridiculous climax that I just couldn't get up to care about until... and here's the major spoiler-
[SPOILER]Kingsley and Gyllenhaal are fighting beneath the city after Kingsley has stabbed the dagger into the glass containing the sands of time. Time reversed to the point where Dastan was first given the dagger. Before his father or either of his brothers were killed. So I had just finished an official waste of time. None of what I had just seen mattered because, in true Dallas fashion, it never happened.[/SPOILER] I had to turn the movie off.
They passed an old woman who was just opening the door of a brown Cadillac. An old man was already sitting in the passenger seat. The car had a personalized plate with the letters “J-U-S-P-R-A-Y”.
“That stuff work?” Israel said to her.
“‘Scuse me?” the little old woman said, clutching her keys.
“The spray. Does it keep them away?”
“Keep who away?” She looked confused.
“I gotcha.” Israel gave her a conspiratorial wink.
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