The last thing you see in Immortals is a pair of eyes, popped wide open, filling the screen. That’s exactly how director Tarsem Singh wants an audience to receive this, his latest glut of imagery. King Hyperion (Mickey Rourke) has set out to conquer the Hellenic world, and in doing so, he makes a mortal enemy of Theseus (Henry Cavill), who then quests, in the company of virgin oracle Phaedra (Freida Pinto), to stop Hyperion. The posters read “From the Producers of 300” and, like Zack Snyder’s film, Immortals has little on its mind but conveying the buzz of martial glory. Singh’s specialty is the establishing Wow Shot: Gods stand back and watch warring mortals from a Maxfield Parrish Olympus, while Theseus fights his way across a world seemingly production-designed by French master Jean-Léon Gérôme, all in 3-D. Singh also has a knack for genuine eroticism, briefly displayed. The neo-classicist visuals are matched to PlayStation action choreography that tops Snyder’s; this is among the most extravagantly violent movies in memory, including Hyperion's gloomy, arbitrary sadism and Helios, fighting for Theseus and the mortals, pulping heads like Gallagher in a melon patch. Given something as simple as Theseus's rousing prebattle speech, maximalist Singh is helpless, but when he gets whole armies in on the act, you’ve got something to behold
Get the This Week's Top Stories Newsletter
Every week we collect the latest news, music and arts stories — along with film and food reviews and the best things to do this week — so that you’ll never miss Village Voice's biggest stories.
More Film News
- Teen Sex Comedy ‘Staten Island Summer’ Works Best If You’re Hard Up
- If the Devil Were Real, He’d Demand Better Horror Flicks Than ‘The Vatican Tapes’
- Doc 'A Gay Girl in Damascus' Finds Resonant Truth in an Online Fiction
- Slack Mystery ‘Frank the Bastard’ Proves You Can Go Home Again (But It Won’t Be...