Prince of Pants. I mean, it was disappointing. Here was I, ready and willing to see a fantasy adventure in the desert the like of which we last found in Sinbad and the Eye of the Tiger. Anything like that would have been fine. But what was delivered? A tired swig of sand in some sandals and an attempt to make Jake look like a wonderful action hero.
Gemma, though beautiful, was a little too fluttery. Where have all the serious parts gone? It’s a big movie and deserves to be acted big but nearly everyone was projecting their emotions as if they were in a panto.
Big scenes and lots of computer effects that worked on so many levels but there was no plot or direction other than a romp around on a couple of dunes. And where is it anything like the game??
Sometimes it would be good to see the direction taking a back seat and letting the actors act. As a member of the audience, I am capable of understanding the nuances of thought if portrayed well so tae away the darting back and forth and replace it with witty lines and intriguing reasons for the events unfolding other than one dramatic TA-DAAAH moment after the next. Film makers take note: if you have more than three TA DAAAHs then you probably don’t have a script. Be honest.
Anyway, I didn’t like it in the cinema although I had to be sure by watching it this time on the gogglebox. I’m sure.
Watch if on TV?
Snog, Marry, Avoid?
Not for me and nothing to do with the game except it’s in the desert.