Unlike director Zack Snyder’s 300 (2007), which gave a master class in story telling, style and substance, Immortals was a disappointment of historical proportions, although not as big a tragedy as Alexander (2004) or Clash Of The Titans (2010). In spite of being a stylish visual treat, Immortals is in essence a quasi(-modo) piece of mythology which deliberately perverts the legend of Theseus, and Greek Mythology in general, by presenting the classic on a totally underwhelming scale.
In Immortals, the Greece of 1228 B.C is being ravaged by King Hyperion (Mickey Rourke) and his bloodthirsty hordes in search of the legendary Epirus Bow. Hyperion’s fiendish plan is to use the weapon to unleash the mighty Titans imprisoned by the gods beneath Mount Tartarus thus bringing war to Heaven and Earth. However, out to foil his plot is Theseus (Henry Cavill) looking to avenge the death of his mother, joined by the oracle priestess Phaedra (Freida Pinto), and a small band of loyal followers on which the hopes of the entire human race may now depend.
The weak, overly dramatic story subsequently dilutes the impact of the competently crafted fight scenes to such an extent that in the end all we are left with is a film containing plenty of blood but no real guts. Unfortunately, throughout the movie we also learn very little else about the film’s protagonist Theseus, although we do see various other seemingly important characters crop up willy-nilly, only to disappear or be killed off in the next scene. These characters, too, are so one-dimensional and given such corny dialogue that the biggest credit in Immortals ultimately goes to the actors’ personal trainers.
How many more injustices can the gods of mount Olympus suffer? Even the Gods weep at the answer to that one.
An epic failure and boring to boot