Why I Hate "10,000 B.C."
I don't hate "10,000 B.C." for being scientifically inaccurate. I don't particularly care if woolly mammoths died out before the pyramids were built, because those visuals were just too fun to look at.
I don't hate "10,000 B.C." for having a bizarre and contradictory sense of geography. It clearly ends in Egypt, but what kind of path did D'Lay (the hero) take to get there? He's a white-skinned guy, so I assumed he was from somewhere in Europe... but then he crossed a snow-capped mountain range, a jungle, and a desert plain (where he met up with a bunch of Africans) before he even got to the huge sand dunes, at which point he went north to the Egyptian city. So I suppose it all took place in Africa... which doesn't make sense. Anyway...
I don't even hate "10,000 B.C." for its somewhat doofy "magical" story points. (Though, if I see one more movie about a hesitant yet heroic young man who fulfills a prophecy of being "The One", I may just puke.)
Here's why I hate "10,000 B.C." It's entirely freaking predictable! As soon as the characters were introduced, I knew every story beat. I knew who would live. I knew who would die. I knew how they'd die and what revelations would occur before they did.
But I hate it even more because they teased me with the promise of unpredictability. There were four different moments that suggested that maybe, just maybe, I was wrong about how the story would go. And every one of those four was subverted, made pedestrian and pointless by subsequent moments when the story went back to the obvious path.
Yes, I enjoyed a few of the set pieces, but overall this is a very forgettable waste of celluloid.

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