Ratings Central - Movies

I walked into the theater clinging to the memory of what a Christopher Nolan picture used to be. The murmurs surrounding The Odyssey were fractured, but I bought my ticket banking on the director's track record for boundary-pushing spectacle. I expected the intricate craftsmanship that defined his prime. Instead, as the credits rolled, I was staring at a screen that had just projected two hours of a director surrendering his signature vision to the Hollywood assembly line, trading his artistry for a painfully generic studio mandate. Image by The Cornell Daily Sun A Mediterranean Coat of Paint A Greek mythology epic needs to breathe the dust of the Aegean, but this simply doesn’t. When you watch Clash of the Guardians , Troy , or even Hercules (to a lesser extent, I suppose), they ground you in the bronze and dirt of antiquity; you feel like they belong in the era. The Odyssey , however, completely lacks that localized heartbeat. It operates like a standard, modern action flick th...