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...Which brought ten thousand pains to the Achaeans"
And if you substitute "the audience" for "the Achaeans", well then. TROY. Wow. I cannot remember another movie I have seen that lost its audience so quickly and so thoroughly.
To be honest, I went to the movie with few expectations. I knew it wasn't faithful, I read some reviews of what changes to expect, so I was braced for that and didn't have the big "WTF???" reaction that someone familiar with the story and who cares about it might have had at certain points. I was totally up front about it: I was excited to see it because of Sean Bean playing Odysseus. First, because amongst all the asshole characters of The Iliad, the only one that has ever interested me is Odysseus (glad to see the rest killed, frankly; except maybe Hector). And second, because Sean Bean works for me in much the same way that Brad Pitt works for many people, such as![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
narcissisme and djwilhelm, and I was simply overjoyed to see him, [a] in skimpy Greek tunics, and [b] NOT DYING AT THE END. (I refuse to treat that as a spoiler, either.)
So we (the group also includedtelepresence) had dinner at the estimable Jacob Wirth Restaurant, for which suggestion I am still grateful to Brant, because I have been meaning to get there for years, but I always forget about it, and I'm not downtown that often, and I had not really placed it on my mental map of Boston quite as close to the Common as it is. The reason I've wanted to go there for years is: it's the oldest operating restaurant in Boston, and, it's a brauhaus. And I loves me my draught dunkelweissbier and big plates of wurst and sauerkraut. Mmmm! (Nice decor, too, although, fewer animal heads than you would expect for a place that's essentially trying to be Bavarian.)
So in a happily-stuffed and tipsy frame of mind, we made our way back to the theatre. We'd already figured out that being sloshed might be a good way to see this movie. Not sloshed enough, I can tell you that.
( I suppose I should put the rest behind a cut, for any spoiler-phobics out there. )
And if you substitute "the audience" for "the Achaeans", well then. TROY. Wow. I cannot remember another movie I have seen that lost its audience so quickly and so thoroughly.
To be honest, I went to the movie with few expectations. I knew it wasn't faithful, I read some reviews of what changes to expect, so I was braced for that and didn't have the big "WTF???" reaction that someone familiar with the story and who cares about it might have had at certain points. I was totally up front about it: I was excited to see it because of Sean Bean playing Odysseus. First, because amongst all the asshole characters of The Iliad, the only one that has ever interested me is Odysseus (glad to see the rest killed, frankly; except maybe Hector). And second, because Sean Bean works for me in much the same way that Brad Pitt works for many people, such as
narcissisme and djwilhelm, and I was simply overjoyed to see him, [a] in skimpy Greek tunics, and [b] NOT DYING AT THE END. (I refuse to treat that as a spoiler, either.)So we (the group also included
telepresence) had dinner at the estimable Jacob Wirth Restaurant, for which suggestion I am still grateful to Brant, because I have been meaning to get there for years, but I always forget about it, and I'm not downtown that often, and I had not really placed it on my mental map of Boston quite as close to the Common as it is. The reason I've wanted to go there for years is: it's the oldest operating restaurant in Boston, and, it's a brauhaus. And I loves me my draught dunkelweissbier and big plates of wurst and sauerkraut. Mmmm! (Nice decor, too, although, fewer animal heads than you would expect for a place that's essentially trying to be Bavarian.)So in a happily-stuffed and tipsy frame of mind, we made our way back to the theatre. We'd already figured out that being sloshed might be a good way to see this movie. Not sloshed enough, I can tell you that.
( I suppose I should put the rest behind a cut, for any spoiler-phobics out there. )
