Mor­tally wounded

Sunday Tasmanian - Tassie Living - - Movies - LEIGH PAATSCH

WHAT an un­for­tu­nate choice of ti­tle, given that the mem­ory of this bloody and rather bonkers mash- up of an­cient Greek myths will be dead by year’s end.

Some ex­treme, 300- style vi­o­lence is counter- bal­anced by some ex­tremely OTT vi­su­als.

And for about an hour or so, that’s just about enough to get you through to the splat­ter- tas­tic fi­nale that surely awaits.

But then Im­mor­tals drops into a same- again groove that saps a lot of the ironic en­thu­si­asm in the room.

The rut lasts for a solid half- hour. If you need to do some quick er­rands you’ve got the time to do so.

The story of Im­mor­tals is as flat and use­less as a thim­ble that’s just met a steam­roller.

Nasty old King Hype­r­ion ( Mickey Rourke, clearly hav­ing trou­ble act­ing and breath­ing at the same time; guess which task he chooses not to do?) wants to grind Greece to a halt.

And Hy­per’s just too hy­per to wait a few mil­len­nia for the econ­omy to do the job for him.

Mean­while, the great Zeus ( Luke Evans) has plucked mere- mor­tal mus­cle- head Th­e­seus ( Henry Cav­ill) off the side­lines to save the day for man and God.

There is some in­sane head­gear be­ing sported by both soldiers and sirens through­out the pic­ture. Look closely at cer­tain ex­tras dur­ing the crowd scenes and you’d swear these dudes are half- man- half- lamp­shade.

Kind of watch­able at best, es­pe­cially if you need a sneak peek of what Cav­ill will be bring­ing to the role of Su­per­man next year.

Now show­ing Vil­lage Cine­mas

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