If you're cynical toward Hollywood blockbusters these days; if you think they're too much flash and not enough substance; that they're just gussied up parts of a vertically-integrated marketing strategy to make money off toys, games, and the faces of its young cast; that all the finely-rendered gloss their inflated budgets can deliver offers very little to film as an art form, then you will not be shocked in the least to learn that Prince of Persia: The Sands of Time, the latest film from Disney and blockbuster producer Jerry Bruckheimer, is no different than what you're expecting. If, however, you do still enjoy contemporary blockbusters despite all of that, then a fairly fun time can indeed be had romping around the digital sand dunes of ancient Persia with Jake Gyllenhaal and Gemma Arterton.

Should your film tastes lay somewhere between the cynical and the "turn off your brain and grab some popcorn" camps, then you might even be pleasantly surprised by Prince of Persia. Director Mike Newell (Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire) has delivered a film with such a persistent state of glee on its face that should you stick with it long enough, you're bound to be infected by how much fun everyone on screen (and behind the camera) is clearly having. Prince of Persia is precisely the kind of film that's more enjoyable than it has any right to be.
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