I went into this movie with expectations below those I had for Gemma Arterton’s last movie, Clash of the Titans. In the case of Titans, I had low expectations and found that movie fell shorter than I’d anticipated. With Prince of Persia: The Sands of Time, however, I discovered something that was surprisingly enjoyable, if relatively mindless.
The platformer video game homage action does get a bit tiresome after a while, though. Seeing Jake Gyllenhal bounce from wall to wall or make death-defying leaps across open spaces starts to become like an endless rerun of the last five minutes of Ferris Bueller’s Day Off – complete with a moment where the hero stumbles on a few pretty girls with whom to flirt during the chase.
But it’s a fun movie, Ben Kingsley is wonderfully evil, and I spent a lot of time wondering who the hell played Prince Tus. For much of that time, I thought it was this guy:
However, it turns out that it was THIS guy!
Jeff, from the British TV series Coupling! He was my favorite character on the show.
Anyway, I thought I’d hate Prince of Persia. I didn’t. Go figure!
Back when we lived in a duplex in Winter Park, Huck’s foes were the ducks living on the shore of the lake behind our place.
After we moved to Underwood Mountain in the Columbia River Gorge, the deer who roamed the woods became his arch rivals.
We came back east in early 2006, living in the Oaks at Weston apartment complex. There, Huck’s single greatest enemy was a black and white cat who never failed to show up during our walks – lurking in nearby bushes, scurrying between cars, and generally demonstrating a bad attitude.
Now, we’re down the road a bit in a complex called Century Preston and, yet again, Huck has found a nemesis to trouble our walks.
It’s this guy:
We were walking along the sidewalk, this bunny was perched near the bushes and bounded into them to escape Huck.
We were strolling along a hill near the complex’s playground, this bunny was hopping along in the grass.
When we come back home, the rabbit’s often right in front of our building, hanging out next to the shrubs and giving Huck the stink eye.
Huck assures me: The coney’s days are numbered!
So, here’s the thing:
No matter what, the series finale of LOST couldn’t hope to live up to the hype that preceded it. The problem, I think, is that Damon Lindelof and Carlton Cuse bought into the hype, played to the hype, and nothing but the hype when the creative team laid out the ultimate episode that presented us with the solution that Jack Shepard died on the island and then met (most of, but not all) his pals in some nebulous, multi-denominational “purgatory” before they all went on to Nirvana, Valhalla, Wal-Mart, heaven.
All in all, I enjoyed the final season – particularly the episodes that gave us more about the history of people like Richard Alpert and his island masters. The series finale itself, for the most part, is undeniably well-crafted and full of engaging, moving moments. But the last five minutes in the church, with the apparent dismissal of Jack’s mom, Walt, Michael, Lapidus, Alpert, plus the ham-handed “we’re all dying now/a while back/eventually” zen thing just didn’t work for me.
Endings are so difficult. I loved The Sopranos, but I didn’t like the cut-to-black during Don’t Stop Believin’. I enjoyed Quantum Leap, but I hated that last episode with God as Sam’s time pilot.
I didn’t hate this finale, but it left me disappointed. If it’s all about Jack’s journey and his demise, then why are we meant to care about Sun and Jin? If we ARE meant to also care about Sun and Jin, then why not Michael and Walt? Charlotte and Faraday? Widmore and Junglestrike Tina Fey? And if this is supposed to have been a spin on “Occurrence at Owl Creek Bridge,” with everything transpiring in Jack’s mind as he’s dying from a stab wound, why are we getting points-of-view from other major characters?
In the end, it just felt like six seasons of rationalizations tied up in a sloppy package.
I’ve been running the same fundamental story on OtherSpace for about 12 years now. A day’s going to come when I have to shut down the game and end the story. It’s my aspiration to strike as many emotional high notes as the LOST finale managed, without the mawkish missteps that plagued this TV show from time to time.
But as disappointed as I was in the conclusion of LOST, I found many bits to enjoy in those final hours:
* Hurley’s Star Wars references (as usual)
* Sawyer and Juliette at the snack machine
* Charlie’s reunion with Claire
* Locke and Ben outside the church
* Desmond and Jack both playing “Wrath of Khan” with the island drain plug
* The shot of Jack’s closing eye (after Vincent came to sprawl on the ground next to him)