Unexpectedly surprised after a rewatch. Benioff's script is great at juggling characters, much like GoT, painting in strokes of grey instead of black and white. It's also interesting to see the star-studded cast glorified at all times by the mise-en-scène. Pitt, Bloom, Kruger, O'Toole, and co. are not hidden behind their characters, but as metacommentary on the source material they're made to stand out as themselves.
Epic extravaganza from Petersen, a director perfectly acculuturated to Hollywood megalomaniac cinema. Here, if inaccuracies of adaptation are put aside, one can also lament the waste of O'Toole as opposed to the lustre of Brad Pitt, Diane Kruger and the rest of a celebrity culture which devours Homer's epic. To make things worse the digital mise-en-scène makes one truly nostalgic of film's embryonic special effects.
Obviamente, todo gira alrededor del Aquiles naco de Brad Pitt; no obstante, esta cinta de Petersen se deja ver, especialmente la versiòn del director, en la cual la violencia grafica es mas coherente y explicita y, por supuesto! donde el espectador puede apreciar en todo su esplendor los "ojazos bien cafeses" de esa mamacita llamada Diane Kruger. Por lo demas, si no se ve esta cosa, uno no se pierde de mucho.
I guess I'll be the asshole to say that I actually really dug this movie, in particular the director's cut. And yes, I read the book and really like both. I can understand why others might not like it, however.
When I was two hours into this film, I raised my hands into the air and cried out to the heavens, asking, "When... when will it end?!" Just at that moment, Brad Pitt's Achilles turned to the camera, stared quite angrily at me and my mini-bar snacks, and said, "It never ends." I had my answer. Wolfgang Petersen has no mercy. What an atrocious film.