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