The Immortals

Well, it looks great and heaven knows it doesn't matter if you leave the sound off.

The Immortals is directed by Tarsem Singh, known for sinking an incredible amount of time, energy and skill into the visual aspect of his work and devoting about five minutes and ten I.Q. points to the story. It was produced by the people who brought you 300; it also makes 300 seem like Eugene O'Neil.

This whole flick is just one big, butch upskirt shot.

Let us not consider that The Immortals bears little to no resemblance to the myths you may be familiar with, expect as far as cribbing some names and a monster or two. It kind of reminds me of when i saw Clash of the Titans as a kid and got all aggro about the inaccuracies. See, when i was about seven or eight, i got my sticky little hands on a copy of Bullfinch's Mythology and became totally hooked. The gods and goddesses of Olympus had powers beyond our reckoning, but that were often in service of emotions all too human. (Like Artemis did Acateon: Embarrass a goddess, get turned into a stag, be shot down by your own hunstmen and devoured by your own dogs. Bam!) They managed to be movie stars, Disney Princesses and the X-Men all at once and what little girl can resist that? But, compared to The Immortals, Clash of the Titans was scrupulous in its attention to... accepted fiction.

... not so much Mount Olympus as a Gay Pride float.

But, anyway, the point of The Immortals seems to be that evil King Hyperion, played by Mickey Rourke in a state of low-energy camp wants to... take over the world? Kill the gods? Release the Titans? Destroy all the temples? Sterilize every man on earth with a big clown hammer? Find a +5 laser-shooting enchanted crossbow of doom? Just be the biggest asshole he can to as many people as possible? All of these goals are alluded to, but none seem to be a real focus...

Yup, you're wearing a vagina dentata topped off with crab-claw bunny ears on your head.

But, hey, you're Mickey Rourke. This doesn't even crack your bad decision Top Ten.

Our hero is Theseus, pretty-boy killing machine. (Like Jon Snow in Pompeii, i just don't believe it.) He is played by Henry Cavill, who seems way more impressive in the Man From U.N.C.L.E. trailer that's making the rounds. But, hey, shit movies are a part of life and, even if the flick isn't one for the resume, i'd say that the stills are one for the portfolio.

I'm not going to try to explain the plot of The Immortals further, because i'm not even sure there is one. Zeus claims that, according to divine law, gods may not interfere with mortals. But he's been hanging out with Theseus pretty much every day of his life, teaching him to fight, imparting old-dude wisdom (in the guise of John Hurt, who's just collecting the check, thanks). How is that not interfering?

Zeus is played by Luke Evans, who does his best to have some kind of gravitas while wearing a tinsel tutu. (The funny thing is, he looks less ridiculous than he did as Apollo in that shitty Clash of the Titans remake.) Then there's his daughter, Athena, an actress-waitress from Orange County. (Goddess of wisdom and war who could outwit and outfight pretty much any creature in heaven or Earth... not so much.) and the rest of the gods, an interchangeable bunch of underwear models in lame jockstraps and showgirl headdresses

So, down on Earth, King Hyperion is being an asshole. And there's some mean soldiers and some not-mean soldiers. And Theseus is kind of milling about. Then we have Frieda Pinto as the Sibyl and her three backup Sibyls and Stephen Dorff as some guy named Stavros, because Greece, right? 

The Minotaur turns up, but it's not really a Minotaur and they're not really in a labyrinth... which is kind of a waste of a righteous set piece. And then there's this magic bow, that they all sort of want and are sort of looking for, but everyone keeps getting distracted. It's all very unclear but, again, it's a plot you can ignore. Turn off the sound and put on some tunes. Groove on the fabulous images. Do another bong hit, maybe eat some gelato...

 You want a fun mythology movie full of cool effects, Harryhausen's Clash of the Titans is still it. You want to see Greek gods as pouty go-go boys, watch The Immortals.

Poseidon's muffin had gluten it it. Sad Poseidon.