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Yet for all its attributes, its artistic aims and thematic concerns, Prisoners is a preposterous mess. It's minutes of mindless moralizing lumped in with a slick, Se7en inspired police procedural. The main story sees two families - one overseen by Christian survivalist Hugh Jackman and his wife Maria Bello, the other featuring Terrence Howard and Viola Davis - whose elementary school age daughters go missing on Thanksgiving.
All leads point to a meek manchild played by Paul Dano, though dedicated police detective Jake Gyllenhaal can't seem to find a legal connection. Once Dano is released from custody, Jackman takes justice into his own hands, torturing the simpleton to 'discover the truth. Then things get goofy and overly complicated from here. As a matter of fact, it would be an even safer bet to suggest that you avoid this piece all together until you've actually watched the film itself.
Then, once satisfied or saddened, or shocked you can return to these five points we're about to make here and understand our growing distaste for this pointless, meandering movie. They live in a solemn, silent suburb somewhere in Pennsylvania.
They have two cute as a button daughters who are mysteriously abducted. Even though they "typically" don't let the little ones out without their teenage siblings as chaperones, this time, it was okay to do so. Previously, we see a shady looking RV riding around the area, and the girls even play on said vehicle before being removed by said adolescents. Naturally, everyone is devastated and Keller is especially ripe for some Fundamentalist payback on the named suspect, Dano's Alex Jones. But when he kidnaps the man, ties him up in an old apartment building the Dovers own, and starts smacking the crap out of him for information, two concepts emerge, neither of which are dealt with by the film.
As a result, the lack of a legitimate purpose will turn our hero into a villain, and the movie never even remotely comes close to addressing this concept.
Instead, it's stuck in the moral question of taking the law into one's own hands Instead, the film tries to sell it right down the middle, and as a result, misses the mark.
That's important information to know, since the rest of the film is going to try like Hell to destroy such a track record. First, there is the Chief, who constantly acts like he couldn't be bothered to enforce the laws in his own town. He chides Loki about his targeting of Alex Jones, scoffs at any suggestion that the man should be kept in protective custody, and even refuses to assign an unmarked squad car to keep tabs on the guy. After he goes missing the argument is he skipped townno one suspects the Dovers or the Birchs even though Keller confronts Jones in the police parking lot and swears he "confessed" to him and no one watches them either.
It's only after some absent minded comment by Mrs. Dover about her husband "helping with the search" does Loki become invested, and by then, the movie is mostly over. Problem 3 - The Investigation and Search Let's face it, after seeing how the police chief acts here, more or less telling Detective Loki to "forget" the prime suspect because there's no hard evidence against him, it's no wonder the concurrent searches of his RV and his home are so slipshod.
Well, the vehicle does get a thorough once over, and nothing of significance is found, but that's beside the point. We hear that the same happens at the home of his Aunt played by Melissa Leo. And yet, there, right out in the middle of the property for all to see, is a weird looking shed and an old muscle car that clearly can still be driven.
Are either of these potential crime scenes searched? We never find out, but clearly the answer is NO! If they had been, someone would have easily discovered the warped piece of plywood under the vehicle covering up a hole filled with The wolf begins to circle the boy.
Claws of black steel The giant wolf sniffing It's not fear that grips him The cold air in his lungs. Windswept pines moving against the coming night.
His hands are steady. And so the boy, given up for dead It's been more than 30 years since the wolf and the winter cold. And now, as then, a beast approaches. Patient and confident, savoring the meal to come. But this beast is made of men and horses An army of slaves, vast beyond imagining, ready to devour tiny Greece. Ready to snuff out the world's one hope for reason and justice. Now, the more you sweat here, the less you'll bleed in battle. My father taught me A Persian emissary awaits Leonidas.
So give respect and honor to him, and it will be returned to you. A Persian messenger awaits you. Do not forget today's lesson. You found yourself needed, for once. My king and queen, I was just entertaining your guests. Before you speak, Persian Now, what message do you bring?
You rode all the way from Persia for earth and water? Do not be coy or stupid, Persian. You can afford neither in Sparta. What makes this woman think she can speak among men?
Because only Spartan women give birth to real men. Let us walk to cool our tongues. If you value your lives over your complete annihilation Xerxes conquers and controls everything he rests his eyes upon. He leads an army so massive, it shakes the ground with its march. So vast, it drinks the rivers dry. All the God-King Xerxes requires is this: A simple offering of earth and water Now, that's a bit of a problem. See, rumor has it And if those philosophers and boy-lovers have found that kind of nerve, then Choose your next words carefully, Leonidas.
They may be your last as king. You'll find plenty of both down there. No man, Persian or Greek, no man threatens a messenger. You bring the crowns and heads of conquered kings to my city steps.
You insult my queen. You threaten my people with slavery and death. Oh, I've chosen my words carefully, Persian. Perhaps you should have done the same. We have been expecting you. The ephors, priests to the old gods. More creature than man. Creatures whom even Leonidas must bribe and beg. For no Spartan king has gone to war without the ephors' blessing. The Persians claim their forces number in the millions. I hope, for our sake, they exaggerate. But there's no question, we face the most massive army ever assembled.
Before your plan is heard We will use our superior fighting skills We will march north to the coast, where I will make sure It is August, Leonidas.
The full moon approaches. The sacred and ancient festival. Sparta wages no war at the time of the Carneia. Her men will die at arms Now, we will block the Persian coastal assault And from there, we will funnel them into the mountain pass we call the Hot Gates. Now, in that narrow corridor, their numbers will count for nothing. And wave after wave of Persian attack Xerxes' losses will be so great, his men so demoralized We must consult the oracle.
Trust the gods, Leonidas. I'd prefer you trusted your reason. We will consult the oracle. Worthless remnants of a time before Sparta's ascent from darkness. Remnants of a senseless tradition. Tradition even Leonidas cannot defy That is the law. And no Spartan, subject or citizen, man or woman The ephors choose only the most beautiful Spartan girls Their beauty is their curse All Greece will fall.
Trust not in men Truly, you're in the god-king's favor now O wise and holy men. And when Sparta burns, you shall bathe in gold. Fresh oracles shall be delivered to you Your lips can finish what your fingers have started. Or has the oracle robbed you of your desire as well?
It would take more than the words of a drunken adolescent girl Then why so distant? So that is why my king loses sleep and is forced from the warmth of his bed? There's only one woman's words that should affect the mood of my husband. Then what must a king do to save his world It is not a question of what a Spartan citizen should do Instead ask yourself, my dearest love All with born sons to carry on their name.
We are with you, sire. He is your son.
He is too young to have felt a woman's warmth. I have others to replace him. Astinos is as brave and ready as any. No younger than we were the first time you stood next to me in battle. You are a good friend My good king, the oracle has spoken.
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The ephors have spoken. There must be no march. It is the law, my lord. I've issued no such orders. I'm here just taking a stroll, stretching my legs. These men are my personal bodyguard. Our army will stay in Sparta.
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Where will you go? I hadn't really thought about it I suppose I'll head north. What shall we do? What can we do? What can you do? Sparta will need sons. Come back with your shield There's no room for softness No place for weakness. Only the hard and strong may call themselves Spartans. This isn't their army. We heard Sparta was on the warpath and we were eager to join forces. If it is blood you seek, you are welcome to join us.
But you bring only this handful of soldiers against Xerxes?
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I see I was wrong to expect Sparta's commitment to at least match our own. What is your profession? I'm a potter, sir. You see, old friend? I brought more soldiers than you did.
All his 40 years have been a straight road It has followed us since Sparta. Where are all the people? I put their number at around They came with beasts from the blackness. With their claws and fangs Have the gods no mercy? The child speaks of the Persian ghosts, known from the ancient times. They are the hunters of men's souls. They cannot be killed or defeated. We'll put their name to the test.
Into the Hot Gates we march. Into that narrow corridor we march Spartans, citizen-soldiers, freed slaves. For honor's sake, for duty's sake, for glory's sake, we march. Into hell's mouth we march. Let's watch these motherless dogs It does look like rain. Zeus stabs the sky with thunderbolts Only one among us keeps his Spartan reserve. I'm afraid gossip and protocol Is such secrecy needed?
How am I to trust beyond the walls of my own home? Even here, Theron has eyes and ears which fuel Sparta with doubt and fear. You speak as if all Sparta conspires against you. I wish it were only against me. Many on our council would vote to give all we have And you can arrange for me to speak to the council?
If it is reason they want, I will let them know. Know what, my queen? Freedom isn't free at all. That it comes with the highest of costs, the cost of blood. I will do my best to gather our council.
And its chamber shall be filled with your voice. Leonidas is my king as well as yours. I saw those ships smash on the rocks. How can this be? We saw but a fraction of the monster that is Xerxes' army.
There can be no victory here. Why do you smile? I have fought countless times Keep going, you dogs! I am the emissary I demand that someone show me your commander. Do you think the paltry dozen you slew scares us? These hills swarm with our scouts. And do you think your pathetic wall will do anything Our ancestors built this wall And with a little Spartan help You will pay for your barbarism!
It's not yours anymore. Run along and tell your Xerxes he faces free men here Your women will be slaves. Your sons, your daughters But not you, no.
By noon this day you will be dead men. A thousand nations of the Persian Empire descend upon you. Our arrows will blot out the sun. Then we will fight in the shade.
The wall is solid. It'll do the job of funneling the Persians into the Hot Gates. Have the men found any route through the hills to our back? There is such a route, good king. Just pass that western ridge. It's an old goat path. The Persians could use it to outflank us.
Not one step closer, monster! Wise king, I humbly request an audience. He is a good soldier There is nothing to forgive, brave king. I know what I look like. You wear the crimson of a Spartan. I am Ephialtes, born of Sparta. My mother's love led my parents to flee Sparta Your shield and armor? I beg you, bold king, to permit me My father trained me to feel no fear, to make spear and shield and sword I will earn my father's armor, noble king I will kill many Persians.
Your father should have taught you how our phalanx works. That is the source of our strength. Each Spartan protects the man to his left A single weak spot and the phalanx shatters. From thigh to neck, Ephialtes. I am sorry, my friend. I cannot use you. Dispatch the Phocians to the goat path This is where we hold them. This is where we fight!
This is where they die! Earn these shields, boys! Remember this day, men Lay down your weapons! Come and get them! Is that the best you can do? Well, let's give them something to drink.
Hell of a good start. Today no Spartan dies. We do what we were trained to do Is doing what children do best. Your son starts the agoge next year.
That is always a difficult time for a Spartan mother. Yes, it will be hard. You will speak before the council in two days' time. My husband does not have two days. Think of the two days as a gift. Theron wants what you control. It's his voice you must silence. Make him your ally You are wise as you are kind. You should keep a better eye on him if he's to be king one day.
Be unfortunate if anything were to happen to him. Or to his beautiful mother. Our Greek comrades are begging for a crack at the Persians, sire. I've got something I think they can handle. Tell Daxos that I want him The Persians are approaching. Too small for an attack. If they assassinate me, all of Sparta goes to war.
Pray they're that stupid. You must be Xerxes. Let us reason together. It would be a regrettable waste We've been sharing our culture with you all morning. Yours is a fascinating tribe. Even now you are defiant It isn't wise to stand against me, Leonidas. Imagine what a horrible fate awaits my enemies And I would die for any one of mine. You Greeks take pride in your logic.
I suggest you employ it.