PRISONERS OF THE SUN
Prisoners of the Sun not to be confused with the Tintin comic-book Prisoners of the Sun (1949), which takes Tintin, Captain Haddock et al on an adventure among the Incas finally emerges, having been shot way back in 2006 having sat on the shelves for the past seven years. Christian has some interesting names on the credits with him. The script comes from Peter Atkins, the writer of several Hellraiser sequels, Fist of the North Star (1995) and Wishmaster (1997), and Anthony Hickox, better known as a director with genre films such as Waxwork (1988), Sundown: The Vampire in Retreat (1989) and Hellraiser III: Hell on Earth (1992), among others. One of the producers is Uwe Boll, the loudly proclaimed worlds worst director, responsible for the likes of House of the Dead (2003), Alone in the Dark (2005), Bloodrayne (2005) et al, which may well say something about how far down Roger Christians career has sunk post Battlefield Earth. To Roger Christians credit, Prisoners of the Sun gives the impression that it has an effects budget that is at least thirty times larger than the one he was operating with on Stranded.
Roger Christian and co have delivered what would be a serviceable copy of Raiders of the Lost Ark (1981) if it were say delivered around 1983. (From the timing, you can see it was probably intended as a copy of Indiana Jones and the Kingdom of the Crystal Skull (2008), which involved both a very similar mixture of tomb raiding and Ancient Astronauts). The Raiders parallels are fairly obvious the chief archaeologist here is played by John Rhys-Davies who played a supporting role in Raiders, while there is a line that nods in the direction of obvious inspiration at one point: You know Hitler tried to send archaeologists to find it.
The first 40 or so minutes are involved with the various skulkings, betrayals and in-politicking as the party comes together. The rest of the film, once it gets us inside the pyramid, becomes a staggeringly ordinary adventure film. After this point, Prisoners of the Sun follows all the tomb raider cliches the fiendish death traps set to repel all trespassers, the secret doors, the puzzles that need to be unlocked, the treacherous member of the party who endangers everybody with their greed and so on. All of these feel so tired and creaky that the film fails to generate any suspense and feels like a plot that is chewing through a constructor set of cliches. The film even drags out the creaky cliche of heroine Carmen Chaplin being the direct descendant (or more commonly in these films, the reincarnation) of the original princess.
Within the opening scenes, we get an introduction that interprets Ancient Egyptian mythology in terms of visiting aliens. This is an old idea that was suggested by crackpot writer Erich von Daniken in his book Chariots of the Gods (1968) and numerous follow-ups. Von Danikens idea of Ancient Astronauts has bled through into a surprising number of science-fiction films with the likes of Starship Invasions (1977), the original Battlestar Galactica (1978-9), Hangar 18 (1980), Sky Bandits/Sky Pirates (1985), Stargate (1994), AVP: Alien vs. Predator (2004), 10,000 BC (2008), Indiana Jones and the Kingdom of the Crystal Skull, The Fourth Kind (2009), Stonehenge Apocalypse (2010), Killer Mountain (2011) and Prometheus (2012), as well as the documentary Chariots of the Gods (1970).
The biggest disappointment of the film is its complete and utter letdown on its promise. The whole film is constructed around the build-up to the discovery of the alien Osiris at the heart of the pyramid. What little interest there is comes in waiting to see what the adventurers find when they arrive there. The big disappointment however is that when we do get there, the film only briefly awakens them we dont even get to see what they look like before it blows the pyramid up and has it crashing down around everybody as they narrowly make their way out. The film ends with vastly underwhelming effect (and the hint of a sequel) as the survivors look up at the sky and comment: We know theyre out there.
John Rhys-Davies bluffs and barnstorms his way through another typically overwrought performance. Doing most of the adventuring work is the younger David Charvet who gives the impression he was cast solely for his pretty boy looks and does little to indicate he is taking the show seriously, although at least Carmen Chaplin, Charlies granddaughter, holds her own in a seriously intent showing as the lead actress.