Jake Gyllenhaal got his ass in super shape for this video-game movie. He’s got big muscles and impressive posture—I mean, the boy doesn’t slouch at all, and you could use his spine as a level. What Jake didn’t get was a coherent script. There’s some psychobabble about a magic knife that allows time-travel, and one meaningless set piece after another. Lots of money went into costumes, sets and endless CGI, yet little energy was given to creating a story that anybody could give a damn about. As for the supporting cast, only Alfred Molina, as a shifty ostrich-racer, even registers. Gyllenhaal could make a decent action hero, but this particular franchise may stop at one movie. Sorry, Jake, but your super-amazing workout regimen is the only thing worth noting about this film.