Less talk, more fight! That’s how I’d put this movie into a short sentence. Did I like it? No. Sure, the over-stylish slow motion action sequences, a horizontal scroll sword play (obviously in slow-motion) and glorified gory scenes (quite obviously, also in slow-motion) are something to behold and mostly, they are alright. But, as one who had played and loved “God of War” video games, they’re mostly a child’s play, nothing that I haven’t seen before, and worse of all, they were crammed in between inept and overlong narratives cloaked under a yellow saturated color which some say, beautiful. An opinion to which I’m not particularly eager to have. This movie is advertised to be in the same vein as “300.” I had to make it clear, it wasn’t. My wife was immensely in love with “300.” She had seen it for about hundred of times (not an exaggeration, she saw it at the theater alone for three times and she could *literally* reenact every dialog from the film. Every dialog. Literally) and with confidence I say, that we’d sooner stopped caring for one another before she puts this movie into the same breath as “300.” However, given the similar theme, this movie is at least kicked “Clash of the Titans” in the ass ten times over.
Once again, my theorem still holds true. If a movie started with a story’s background, in a format other than the movie itself, it would gives a fair warning about the eventual quality of the movie. The probability of it going the wrong end of a quality scale is suddenly multiplied. My knowledge on Greek mythology mostly came from “Gods of War” franchise so I’m not really sure about how the plot fits into the whole mythology. But, there’s this Theseus (Herny Cavill), a bastard peasant, whom Gods are interested in, although for what? Courage? Compassion? Potentials? Doesn’t matter. He eventually crosses path with King Hypherion (Mickey Rourke in his growling evil badass persona). This King is the mother of all cruelty, so to speak. He seeks the mythical Bow with which he purposes to unleash the Titans, trapped by Gods under Tartarus and storm Athena and apparently, kills anything that walks.
“Immortals” promises a fun sword-and-sandals adventure. And when it does, arriving to that rough part of the adventure, it delivers. The visual flares during actions are well executed. But really, the movie dwindles between the actions. It nags, slithered, and painfully goes longer than my patience had warranted for. The jumpy narrative worsen the experience. At times, I felt that the scenes were hopping from one point to another with little to no significance to ties them all together and it frustrated me. But maybe, I just came to this movie for a swift action adventure that moving in a tight pace, rushed by the impending danger that lurked in every corner of the drama. And to have none of the above expectations, but greeted with an uneven experience that swings from breathless action set-pieces to yawn inducing narratives instead, really takes its toll.
One good thing from this movie. I’m now convinced that Henry Cavill could be a Superman in “Man of Steel” next year. Actually, half of my desire to see this movie is because I want to see Henry Cavill and I’m not disappointed. Mickey Rourke is still an awesome evil badass. My wife would love him in this movie but overall, I think he needs more demanding roles than the ones he has done so far. It’s been what? Three years since his ‘comeback’ with “The Wrestler”? Too long, Mr.Rourke. Too long. And what about the Gods themselves? Well, um, yeah, I’ll let you be the judge of them by yourselves. They’re practically shattered my imaginations on how I pictured the Greek Gods. When Zeus appears for the first time, my jaw was slacked and I had to shake my head in a disappointed disbelief. But that’s probably just me.