WHOSE RESPONSIBLE THIS.
ETA: This, for my money, is the best ostrich scene in a movie ever, so there really isn't any reason to make another movie with an ostrich in it, is there? Unless it's a documentary about ostriches, I guess.
Sorry it's in...um. Just imagine that Seannnnnn William Scott is telling Ashton Kutcher that those are not, in fact, llamas, but ostriches. Which they are.
So. You may not remember, but you are all bound by loyalty oaths of friendship to me. By agreeing to be my friend, you clicked past the EULA that said, explicitly, that you will abide by certain terms and conditions in being my friend. One of those terms is my right to rewrite history. In return for giving me this right, I promise not to abuse it in fights about anything substantial. I just get to pretend I never said things that I said, possibly in this very forum where it's all still there for anyone to see. For instance, you're not allowed to look back at my review of Avatar and go, "Gee, you seemed to like Sam Worthington in that," when I, eventually, post about what a non-entity he is as a person and character in Terminator Salvation. You can't. I invoke my right.
I have the right to rewrite history, which is ironic given that I'm invoking that right again about the Prince of Persia movie. (For those of you not immediately understanding the irony, God, read Wikipedia will you?) I may have said to some of you that I don't particularly think that Prince of Persia has to be bad. It looked like The Pirates of the Caribbean in Persia, which isn't necessarily a bad thing, especially since the in-the-works fourth Pirates is the worst thing I've heard of in a while. It didn't have to be terrible. From the trailers, it looked about as good or bad as Pirates did, which, hey, could mean it's awesome even though Jake Gyllenhaal has about as much talent as some of Johnny Depp's toenail clippings. (No knock on Gyllenhaal, there, just, it's Johnny Depp, people.)
Then I read the following blog post and watched the video about shooting the movie. If I could sum up the reason for invoking my friendly obligation rights in two words, those words would be ostrich racing. If I could sum up the reason in four words, they would be the ones coming out of Alfred Molina's mouth in that featurette: Behold, the mighty ostrich!
Please, don't watch that featurette. Just don't. Besides the ridiculousness of Jerry Bruckheimer going "Dur, we filmed in Morocco 'cause it's OLD!" there was, I believe, a very spoiler-y part that is in the trailers to a lesser degree. If you've played the game the film is ostensibly based on, you'll know which scene I mean.
Yes, so, remember how I never said Prince of Persia couldn't possibly be an entirely worthless movie? Well, I never did say that. Never happened. I don't know what you're talking about.
(Of course, I also invoke my right to reverse myself without warning should this film turn out to be slightly less mortifying to watch than, say, Aztec Rex. It's all there in the EULA, folks. You really should read those things.)
Click to viewSorry it's in...um. Just imagine that Seannnnnn William Scott is telling Ashton Kutcher that those are not, in fact, llamas, but ostriches. Which they are.
So. You may not remember, but you are all bound by loyalty oaths of friendship to me. By agreeing to be my friend, you clicked past the EULA that said, explicitly, that you will abide by certain terms and conditions in being my friend. One of those terms is my right to rewrite history. In return for giving me this right, I promise not to abuse it in fights about anything substantial. I just get to pretend I never said things that I said, possibly in this very forum where it's all still there for anyone to see. For instance, you're not allowed to look back at my review of Avatar and go, "Gee, you seemed to like Sam Worthington in that," when I, eventually, post about what a non-entity he is as a person and character in Terminator Salvation. You can't. I invoke my right.
I have the right to rewrite history, which is ironic given that I'm invoking that right again about the Prince of Persia movie. (For those of you not immediately understanding the irony, God, read Wikipedia will you?) I may have said to some of you that I don't particularly think that Prince of Persia has to be bad. It looked like The Pirates of the Caribbean in Persia, which isn't necessarily a bad thing, especially since the in-the-works fourth Pirates is the worst thing I've heard of in a while. It didn't have to be terrible. From the trailers, it looked about as good or bad as Pirates did, which, hey, could mean it's awesome even though Jake Gyllenhaal has about as much talent as some of Johnny Depp's toenail clippings. (No knock on Gyllenhaal, there, just, it's Johnny Depp, people.)
Then I read the following blog post and watched the video about shooting the movie. If I could sum up the reason for invoking my friendly obligation rights in two words, those words would be ostrich racing. If I could sum up the reason in four words, they would be the ones coming out of Alfred Molina's mouth in that featurette: Behold, the mighty ostrich!
Please, don't watch that featurette. Just don't. Besides the ridiculousness of Jerry Bruckheimer going "Dur, we filmed in Morocco 'cause it's OLD!" there was, I believe, a very spoiler-y part that is in the trailers to a lesser degree. If you've played the game the film is ostensibly based on, you'll know which scene I mean.
Yes, so, remember how I never said Prince of Persia couldn't possibly be an entirely worthless movie? Well, I never did say that. Never happened. I don't know what you're talking about.
(Of course, I also invoke my right to reverse myself without warning should this film turn out to be slightly less mortifying to watch than, say, Aztec Rex. It's all there in the EULA, folks. You really should read those things.)