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Prince of Persia: The Sands of Time (Blu-ray Review)
by Brian Orndorf

Unlike many features inspired by the world of video games, “Prince of Persia: The Sands of Time” emerges from an extensive history of electronic adventuring. While directly funneled from a 2003 console release, “Prince of Persia” has been a leaping legacy of gaming since 1989, making it an ideal fit for a widescreen cinematic adaptation. However, the premise found its way into the sticky hands of producer Jerry Bruckheimer, who does what he habitually does to PG-13 action entertainment: makes it plastic, noisy, and easily dismissible.

An orphaned child adopted by a Persian king, Dastan (Jake Gyllenhaal) has grown to become a fierce warrior, leading the charge to topple a neighboring kingdom suspected of underground arms dealing. Coming across an extraordinary dagger, Dastan learns the weapon is capable of rewinding time, fueled by magical sand. Soon framed for the murder of his father, Dastan escapes capture with the aid of Tamnia (Gemma Arterton), a princess and rightful guardian of the dagger. Speeding off into the desert to prove his innocence, Dastan comes across a scoundrel (Alfred Molina), seeks help from his uncle (Ben Kingsley), and attempts to elude a group of mystical killers known as Hassansins, out to steal the dagger.

Aiming to inflate itself into a massive action blockbuster (while retaining a pronounced Iraq War allegorical coating), “Sands of Time” ends up choking itself out, spending too much time on the labor and not enough on the back-flipping thrills. The film endured two years of post-production tinkering, and frankly it looks like a movie heavily reordered and glazed while awaiting release, dealing more in screen chaos than I’m sure director Mike Newell originally intended. “Sands of Time” is overthought, overscripted, and overcooked, stripped of the matinee joy it so clearly wants to share. Instead, the final product is a rickety roller coaster, slowed down by its rusted mechanics and dependence on artificial stimulation.

Surprisingly affable is Gyllenhaal, who doesn’t immediately spring to mind when casting a buff, shaggy, agile hero, quick with swords and always ready to pounce. While fitted for an awkward British accent, the actor makes for an appealing protagonist, selling the stuffing out of the extensive stunt work (eventually chopped to bits by the dreadful, senseless editing) and the supernatural elements of the story, keeping the viewer invested in the intricate details of momentary time travel. Gyllenhaal banters well with the lovely, commanding Arterton, even when the script hoists some abysmal romantic chatter on the two, and he does what he can to delay the film’s hostile spirit. It’s a commendable performance wasted on a sludgy filmmaking effort.

Not only is there a time-splitting dagger, a princess, regicide, and family suspicion splintering the focus of “Sands of Time,” there’s also an entire subplot covering a massive swell of time travel energy, appearances by a slovenly ostrich-loving opportunist (played predictability by Molina), and this whole business with the goofily branded Hassansins, who travel via sand tornado, using CG snakes and spikes to kill their prey. The film isn’t a light jaunt, but an exposition drag, with a good chunk of the film devoted to the explanation of explanations, a prospect further dampened by some uninspired casting in the support department -- it feels criminal to even suggest it, but casting Ben Kingsley in anything these days reeks of laziness.



Amber is the secret word for the AVC encoded image (2.35:1 aspect ratio) presentation, which pushes golden hues to the forefront to capture the initial cinematographic saturations. With the desert theme, golds and reds punch right on through the screen, firmly separated and represented, while allowing for healthy skintones. Detail is generally capable throughout the film, with a welcome read of facial textures that convey the anxiety and heat of the scenes, while prop close-ups provide an extra dimension of fun, with pausable moments to study. Shadow detail is assisted by the film’s generally bright appearance, bringing about further screen information from dark corners. The film’s artificial finale is further emphasized on this disc, displaying an even more plastic appearance.


The 5.1 DTS-HD sound mix is an outstanding directional effort, with skirmishes and atmospherics offering a pleasingly circular environment, crashing around with encouraging separation. Low-end theatrics are well preserved, booming forth when the special effects and flippy stunt work heat up, while dialogue is generally crisp, despite a few wonky accents and the film’s eventual slide into chaos. Movement is felt through the presentation, which adds to what little fun there is here, showcasing buoyant life for the ears to soak up. It’s a powerful track with plenty of elements to suss out. English DVS, French, and Spanish tracks are included.


English SDH, French, and Spanish subtitles are offered.


“The Sands of Time” is an infuriating pop-up format designed to retrieve appropriate BTS footage and production featurettes as the viewer watches the film. The concept is to allow the user a chance to “reverse time” by clicking a magic dagger icon, moving over to a featurette tied to the scene in question. The intent is interesting, but the execution is atrocious, disabling the fast-forward function while failing to provide any running times to help navigate the depth of the information provided. There’s an index offered for the less adventurous, with all the necessary information provided cleanly, making navigation a breeze. If you can, avoid the icon journey entirely.

“Deleted Scene -- The Banquet: Garsiv Presents Heads” (1:26) is a rather gruesome clip that showcases the true spoils of war.

A Theatrical Trailer has not been included.


Watching Dastan fly through the air with his parkour-aided moves is a real kick, but eventually the film solidifies into a wall of noise, with all sorts of visual and aural business competing for screentime, scraping the natural energy out of the picture. It’s a sickness partial to Bruckheimer pictures, which usually feel the need to overcompensate to give the paying customers their money’s worth. “Sands of Time” needed a lighter touch, a more practical feel (the film is dominated by iffy greenscreen work), and an editor with a sense of rhythm. Instead, the feature is nothing more than a jumble of spectacle demanding oohs and aahs from the battered viewer.

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