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Immortals
The brutal and bloodthirsty King Hyperion and his murderous Heraklion army are rampaging across Greece in search of the long lost Bow of Epirus. With the invincible Bow, the king will be able to overthrow the Gods of Olympus and become the undisputed master of his world. With ruthless efficiency, Hyperion and his legions destroy everything in their wake, and it seems nothing will stop the evil king's mission. As village after village is obliterated, a stonemason named Theseus vows to avenge the death of his mother in one of Hyperion's raids. When Theseus meets the Sybelline Oracle, Phaedra, her disturbing visions of the young man's future convince her that he is the key to stopping the destruction. With her help, Theseus assembles a small band of followers and embraces his destiny in a final desperate battle for the future of humanity.

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Genres: Action/Adventure and Fantasy
Running Time: 1 hr. 50 min.
Release Date: November 11th, 2011 (wide)
MPAA Rating: R for sequences of strong bloody violence, and a scene of sexuality.
Distributor: Relativity Media

Cast And Credits
Starring: Henry Cavill, Luke Evans, Kellan Lutz, Mickey Rourke
Directed by: Tarsem Singh
Produced by: Mark Canton, Tucker Tooley, Tommy Turtle

Sing to me, O Muse, of gods and men, of timeless legends and forgettable retreads. Speak of “Immortals,” and answer in all seriousness: did you even read that awful script?





As Greece teeters on the edge of financial collapse, the producers of “300” seem eager to dropkick the country into a cultural abyss. Their latest sword-and-sandals spectacular, “Immortals,” plunders the canon of ancient myths like a barbarian horde piling up spoils as the temple burns. This jumbled epic of absurd coincidences and logical gaps can barely track its internal mythology. Such nonsense defies synopsis. Suffice it to say that there are muscly he-men (Henry Cavill), distressed damsels (Freida Pinto), evil despots (Mickey Rourke) and vengeful gods (John Hurt).

“Immortals” is the latest disaster of post-conversion 3-D, a projected spectacle so dark it is literally hard to see. This is an ugly, burlap sack of a film, stitched with jagged seams and overstuffed with computer-generated chintz, gold-lamé leotards and fetishistic headgear.

The choreography of flying viscera and cartoonish blood splattering is only occasionally inventive. The adolescent violence would be boringly unobjectionable, but its overtones of sexual sadism are crude and creepy. “A man’s seed can be his most brutal weapon,” says Mr. Rourke, as the monstrous King Hyperion, in what is definitely the film’s grossest line, though not its most ridiculous.

The queasy combo of childish fantasy and adult desire has become a signature of the self-described “visionary” director Tarsem Singh, whose debut film, “The Cell,” looked like a sex dungeon designed by the bubble-gum-pop artist Lisa Frank. His garish color palette continues to fascinate and repulse.

 

 
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