Insiders will look at this movie and cringe in horror. Outsiders will watch it and wonder why anyone would waste their time on such tripe. Director Courtney Solomon apparently spent ten years bringing his vision of the venerable role-playing game to life. His enthusiasm is unquestionable, but he clearly lacks the talent to tell a story like this coherently. The thrills have been lifted wholesale from the Star Wars and Indiana Jones films, leaving audiences to ask when George Lucas's lawyers will be in touch.
Characters wander in and out with little rhyme or reason.
The plot whiplashes between incoherent action scenes and mind-numbing exposition, and while there appears to be some sort of point to it all, only Solomon and perhaps screenwriters Topper Lilien and Carol Cartwright can parse it. They end up buried beneath the sludge, along with anything else resembling quality. She has a scepter that lets her control gold dragons, which is somehow integral to her rule. It ends with a tacked-on climax that owes more to the modest CGI budget than any identifiable sense of drama. The low caliber of the material serves as a sort of great equalizer, rendering even the most talented cast or crew member as impotent as the lowliest hack.