A Man, a Clan, the Banal: Troy
Bananabread, who clearly knows from epics, has written a review of Troy in what appears to be the traditional 24 chapter format. Being the trusted staff writer that she is I am posting this without having read it, but I look forward to reading it just as soon as it goes up, and you should as well!
I think Ive figured out what went wrong with Troy. Writer David Benioff and director Wolfgang Petersen probably had the same experience everyone has with the Iliad. You read halfway through, realize youll never finish in time for Lit Hum, say, fuck it and dash off to class to find out the ending from someone whos done the reading, preferably Julie Epstein. Benioff and Petersen probably figured theyd read enough to fake a little discussion, but come October, they cajoled their professor into letting them make a movie instead of taking their midterm. When they got to the parts theyd skipped, they copied some key passages into the script verbatim and filled in what they think Achilles probably felt about it. Then they borrowed bits from other epics, improvised the rest, ran a quick spell-check, and called it a day. Thats why what begins as a perfectly respectable adaptation ends up a gag-fest.
The action begins before Helen even goes missing. We start off, in fact, in Thessaly, I forget why. A few fights demonstrate that Achilles (warlike Brad Pitt) is all about swagger and slaughter. We also duly note that Brian Coxs Agamemnon is an inveterate land gobbler. Then were off to Sparta in time for a romance between Paris (Orlando Bloom, the getting-less-elfin) and Helen (Diane Kruger), whom the script carefully avoids calling the most beautiful woman in the world, though it would be nasty of me to point out why. Menelaus (moss-toothed Brendan Gleeson) is an odious, abusive husband, not the uxorious cuckold of the Iliad, and the affair between the queen and her guest is all wholesome fun until they get buyers remorse on the boat to Troy. Hector (Eric Bana of the preternaturally huge pecs) is annoyed with his little brother, but accepts the damage, and they go home to Priam (Peter OToole, the contrary-to-rumor-not-yet-dead) to prepare their defenses.
War comes awfully quickly. The sail to Ilium looks relaxing, and Achilles and pals storm the beach with brio. They kill off Apollos priests and acquire a concubine, Briseis (Rose Byrne), pick off some Trojan soldiers, and eat grapes. Now, here comes a bit of elision. The decade-long siege is compressed, as far as I can tell, into a matter of days. Time is not explicitly counted, but the armies meet about four times before the city is sacked, which makes it rather unconvincing when assorted Greeks argue that they cant go home after all theyve been through.
The battle scenes, however, are worthy. The sweeping and swooping camera work to emphasize numbers gets the blood pumping; then we close in to capture every last arterial bleed and remain at that range for most of the war. The horse was very well done both in its enormity and in the way it was patently made out of ships wood, and I particularly enjoyed the giant flaming tumbleweeds. But I abominate the device of finishing off a battle in melodic slow motion that drowns out the clank, squish, gurgle and scream of the realist take. The cliché runs contrary not only to the spirit of the Iliad, the bulk of which is devoted to chronicling individual deaths, but even to the theme offered up by Benioffs script, the idea that valor gains you immortality. This film avoids giving faces to the fallen, never mind histories, possibly because a good portion of said faces were digitally assembled.
A couple of battles pass and until now weve been plodding along with a decent script that does a fair job of stuffing a whole epic
into a movie. To be sure, one finds the emphasis on computer-generated ships at the expense of Odysseus character a tad misplaced, and
ones disappointed that they didnt play Patroclus gay, but by all means you deem it a perfectly sound rendering of the work you know.
And then, suddenly, everything falls off a cliff. The whole movie gorps without warning. How can I find an appropriate metaphor for the
sudden abrupt turn for the unwatchable? To borrow a line from The Bird Cage, Ive never had anything go so wrong so fast. Its like riding a psychotic horse toward a burning stable.
The first disaster is the argument between Achilles and Agamemnon over Briseis, which is refurbished as a whole narrative arc. Its
not just a contest over the spoils of war in the movie version; its a romance. Briseis character is flushed out as a spunky virgin, and Achilles is in looooove. Much time is devoted to storming her walls and teaching him the value of peace or some such absolute bollocks. When instead of killing Achilles in his sleep she decides to let him buy the milk for free, the audience actually guffawed.
Now if you have a problem with reviews that give away endings, stop reading. Whats that you say? You already know how it ends? Think again. You protest that you have a rudimentary acquaintance with literature? You know nothing. What? Helen is rekidnapped by her first husband? Id like to see him try. Hectors son is supposed to get dashed from the ramparts? You sicko! You may have heard some rumors about Agamemnon surviving the Trojan War only to make it home and be killed by his wife. But if you think the nagging memory of Aeschylus version, or Freuds, should influence the outcome of this film, then you are a snob. Thats right, take your elitist ass home and rent Winged Migration. We want none of your kind here. Agamemnon is our bad guy, and he is most certainly not making off with any concubines (Cassandra who?). He is going to be stabbed in the neck by Briseis. Yup. But not before Achilles has climbed the suddenly undefended walls of Troy with his bare hands and run around helpfully shouting Briseis! Briseis! and pointedly ignoring the battle raging around him.
Confound this plot line! Just when we think things are picking back up, we run bang smack against the heterosexual love story. Why? Why? Why? Any adaptation of the Iliad ought to be a total sausage party. That is the whoooooole point. The Achaeans are ten years and hundreds of miles away from the domesticating influence of romance. Even if Benioff needed to find the girls something else to do, the Trojan War offers more interesting women than Briseis. If Agamemnon must be evil, why not include the sacrifice of Iphigenia? Or why not use Cassandra to ratchet up suspense? I mean, if youre going to write in Aeneas, why not Hecuba? Theres just no excuse for turning Achilles into Han Solo.
The films heroes seem familiarly limp in part because they are missing the nuance of fatalism. I had amused myself during the previews by imagining who I would cast as Athena (Jodi Foster) or Ares (The Rock), but I neednt have bothered. The Olympians make no appearances in this script. From the beginning we dance around the very existence of deities. A little messenger boy asks Achilles if its true that hes immortal, and he answers, Id hardly bother with the armor, then, would I? A classic non-denial denial. When we meet Thetis (Julie Christie---sigh), shes definitely half soaked and prophesying her sons doom, but is Mom a nymph or just a bit eccentric? I mean, my mom prophesies my doom on a regular basis; it doesnt mean my grandfather is the Hudson.
Achilles and Hector are united by their apparent skepticism of religion. In the original myth, Troys fall can be attributed to their failure to heed omens, but here their defeat is chalked up to superstitions prevailing over Hectors military pragmatism. To desecrate Apollos temple is clearly in bad taste, but theres no sense that the god might disguise himself as your waiter tonight and force-feed you hummus till your colon ruptures. It makes our heroes more palatable to a 21st-Century audience, but without the advance knowledge of their own deaths they are far less compelling. When gods walk beside you, you know that you are powerless, even if you are a hero, because the gods rearrange your world at their whims. So when Homers Achilles kills Hector, he knows its his own death sentence. Benioffs Achilles rages, but his rage lacks the pathos of damnation.
Thus even though the ships are probably authentic, the non-bifurcated costumes are probably accurate, and the names are all pronounced Greekly, the movie fails to capture the ancient morality which is fundamentally different from our own. It crams the legend of a warrior culture full of post-World War I Judeo-Christian principles and blatant political allegory. In Benioffs version only Agamemnon conquers for his own glory, and thats what makes him wicked. Everybody else is doin it for the kids. I like that Benioff emphasized the idea of legend as immortality, but the film fails to convey that thats all that these guys have. There was no alternative to war glory.
The other, perhaps inevitable flaw lies in the transition from the medium of poetry to that of film. The Iliad is a big folk song, and the language of it isnt just a means to describing the action, its an end in itself. That was most conspicuously not the case with the dialogue offered in this movie. And although some of the actors are classically trained and accustomed to exploring stylized language, others, most notably Pitt, just stumble over it. I love Brad; dont get me wrong, hes one of the best. But sadly we seem to be back to Legends of the Fall Brad, who hyperarticulates the letter T and demonstrates very little control of his monologues. I think maybe he was trying to imitate OToole, but it doesnt work. Come to think of it, OToole didnt even sound like himself, which is a pity, cause I was so excited when I found out he wasnt dead. Wily Sean Bean, who plays wily Odysseus, has a way of just wandering into movies hoping no one will notice himluckily for him, the character had nothing to do. Bana fares better as Hector the family man, and Cox puts on his usual show, but Petersen seems to have let everyones passions get reduced to grimy malaise. Its hard to swallow that theyd die for the oral tradition when they so obviously dread the spoken word.
In the final analysis though, Troy is not that bad, especially compared to other action movies with pretensions toward literature. Unless youre a purist, the worst you can say is that it was a tad anemic. The first three quarters or so were somewhat enjoyable, thoughtful even. But I was hoping for more, if only for Prof. Kings sake.
Sing, Goddess, of the rage of Anna, daughter of Arthur, who really wanted to like the movie Troy, but couldnt. Even at the movies we are but playthings of the gods.
I think Ive figured out what went wrong with Troy. Writer David Benioff and director Wolfgang Petersen probably had the same experience everyone has with the Iliad. You read halfway through, realize youll never finish in time for Lit Hum, say, fuck it and dash off to class to find out the ending from someone whos done the reading, preferably Julie Epstein. Benioff and Petersen probably figured theyd read enough to fake a little discussion, but come October, they cajoled their professor into letting them make a movie instead of taking their midterm. When they got to the parts theyd skipped, they copied some key passages into the script verbatim and filled in what they think Achilles probably felt about it. Then they borrowed bits from other epics, improvised the rest, ran a quick spell-check, and called it a day. Thats why what begins as a perfectly respectable adaptation ends up a gag-fest.
The action begins before Helen even goes missing. We start off, in fact, in Thessaly, I forget why. A few fights demonstrate that Achilles (warlike Brad Pitt) is all about swagger and slaughter. We also duly note that Brian Coxs Agamemnon is an inveterate land gobbler. Then were off to Sparta in time for a romance between Paris (Orlando Bloom, the getting-less-elfin) and Helen (Diane Kruger), whom the script carefully avoids calling the most beautiful woman in the world, though it would be nasty of me to point out why. Menelaus (moss-toothed Brendan Gleeson) is an odious, abusive husband, not the uxorious cuckold of the Iliad, and the affair between the queen and her guest is all wholesome fun until they get buyers remorse on the boat to Troy. Hector (Eric Bana of the preternaturally huge pecs) is annoyed with his little brother, but accepts the damage, and they go home to Priam (Peter OToole, the contrary-to-rumor-not-yet-dead) to prepare their defenses.
War comes awfully quickly. The sail to Ilium looks relaxing, and Achilles and pals storm the beach with brio. They kill off Apollos priests and acquire a concubine, Briseis (Rose Byrne), pick off some Trojan soldiers, and eat grapes. Now, here comes a bit of elision. The decade-long siege is compressed, as far as I can tell, into a matter of days. Time is not explicitly counted, but the armies meet about four times before the city is sacked, which makes it rather unconvincing when assorted Greeks argue that they cant go home after all theyve been through.
The battle scenes, however, are worthy. The sweeping and swooping camera work to emphasize numbers gets the blood pumping; then we close in to capture every last arterial bleed and remain at that range for most of the war. The horse was very well done both in its enormity and in the way it was patently made out of ships wood, and I particularly enjoyed the giant flaming tumbleweeds. But I abominate the device of finishing off a battle in melodic slow motion that drowns out the clank, squish, gurgle and scream of the realist take. The cliché runs contrary not only to the spirit of the Iliad, the bulk of which is devoted to chronicling individual deaths, but even to the theme offered up by Benioffs script, the idea that valor gains you immortality. This film avoids giving faces to the fallen, never mind histories, possibly because a good portion of said faces were digitally assembled.
A couple of battles pass and until now weve been plodding along with a decent script that does a fair job of stuffing a whole epic
into a movie. To be sure, one finds the emphasis on computer-generated ships at the expense of Odysseus character a tad misplaced, and
ones disappointed that they didnt play Patroclus gay, but by all means you deem it a perfectly sound rendering of the work you know.
And then, suddenly, everything falls off a cliff. The whole movie gorps without warning. How can I find an appropriate metaphor for the
sudden abrupt turn for the unwatchable? To borrow a line from The Bird Cage, Ive never had anything go so wrong so fast. Its like riding a psychotic horse toward a burning stable.
The first disaster is the argument between Achilles and Agamemnon over Briseis, which is refurbished as a whole narrative arc. Its
not just a contest over the spoils of war in the movie version; its a romance. Briseis character is flushed out as a spunky virgin, and Achilles is in looooove. Much time is devoted to storming her walls and teaching him the value of peace or some such absolute bollocks. When instead of killing Achilles in his sleep she decides to let him buy the milk for free, the audience actually guffawed.
Now if you have a problem with reviews that give away endings, stop reading. Whats that you say? You already know how it ends? Think again. You protest that you have a rudimentary acquaintance with literature? You know nothing. What? Helen is rekidnapped by her first husband? Id like to see him try. Hectors son is supposed to get dashed from the ramparts? You sicko! You may have heard some rumors about Agamemnon surviving the Trojan War only to make it home and be killed by his wife. But if you think the nagging memory of Aeschylus version, or Freuds, should influence the outcome of this film, then you are a snob. Thats right, take your elitist ass home and rent Winged Migration. We want none of your kind here. Agamemnon is our bad guy, and he is most certainly not making off with any concubines (Cassandra who?). He is going to be stabbed in the neck by Briseis. Yup. But not before Achilles has climbed the suddenly undefended walls of Troy with his bare hands and run around helpfully shouting Briseis! Briseis! and pointedly ignoring the battle raging around him.
Confound this plot line! Just when we think things are picking back up, we run bang smack against the heterosexual love story. Why? Why? Why? Any adaptation of the Iliad ought to be a total sausage party. That is the whoooooole point. The Achaeans are ten years and hundreds of miles away from the domesticating influence of romance. Even if Benioff needed to find the girls something else to do, the Trojan War offers more interesting women than Briseis. If Agamemnon must be evil, why not include the sacrifice of Iphigenia? Or why not use Cassandra to ratchet up suspense? I mean, if youre going to write in Aeneas, why not Hecuba? Theres just no excuse for turning Achilles into Han Solo.
The films heroes seem familiarly limp in part because they are missing the nuance of fatalism. I had amused myself during the previews by imagining who I would cast as Athena (Jodi Foster) or Ares (The Rock), but I neednt have bothered. The Olympians make no appearances in this script. From the beginning we dance around the very existence of deities. A little messenger boy asks Achilles if its true that hes immortal, and he answers, Id hardly bother with the armor, then, would I? A classic non-denial denial. When we meet Thetis (Julie Christie---sigh), shes definitely half soaked and prophesying her sons doom, but is Mom a nymph or just a bit eccentric? I mean, my mom prophesies my doom on a regular basis; it doesnt mean my grandfather is the Hudson.
Achilles and Hector are united by their apparent skepticism of religion. In the original myth, Troys fall can be attributed to their failure to heed omens, but here their defeat is chalked up to superstitions prevailing over Hectors military pragmatism. To desecrate Apollos temple is clearly in bad taste, but theres no sense that the god might disguise himself as your waiter tonight and force-feed you hummus till your colon ruptures. It makes our heroes more palatable to a 21st-Century audience, but without the advance knowledge of their own deaths they are far less compelling. When gods walk beside you, you know that you are powerless, even if you are a hero, because the gods rearrange your world at their whims. So when Homers Achilles kills Hector, he knows its his own death sentence. Benioffs Achilles rages, but his rage lacks the pathos of damnation.
Thus even though the ships are probably authentic, the non-bifurcated costumes are probably accurate, and the names are all pronounced Greekly, the movie fails to capture the ancient morality which is fundamentally different from our own. It crams the legend of a warrior culture full of post-World War I Judeo-Christian principles and blatant political allegory. In Benioffs version only Agamemnon conquers for his own glory, and thats what makes him wicked. Everybody else is doin it for the kids. I like that Benioff emphasized the idea of legend as immortality, but the film fails to convey that thats all that these guys have. There was no alternative to war glory.
The other, perhaps inevitable flaw lies in the transition from the medium of poetry to that of film. The Iliad is a big folk song, and the language of it isnt just a means to describing the action, its an end in itself. That was most conspicuously not the case with the dialogue offered in this movie. And although some of the actors are classically trained and accustomed to exploring stylized language, others, most notably Pitt, just stumble over it. I love Brad; dont get me wrong, hes one of the best. But sadly we seem to be back to Legends of the Fall Brad, who hyperarticulates the letter T and demonstrates very little control of his monologues. I think maybe he was trying to imitate OToole, but it doesnt work. Come to think of it, OToole didnt even sound like himself, which is a pity, cause I was so excited when I found out he wasnt dead. Wily Sean Bean, who plays wily Odysseus, has a way of just wandering into movies hoping no one will notice himluckily for him, the character had nothing to do. Bana fares better as Hector the family man, and Cox puts on his usual show, but Petersen seems to have let everyones passions get reduced to grimy malaise. Its hard to swallow that theyd die for the oral tradition when they so obviously dread the spoken word.
In the final analysis though, Troy is not that bad, especially compared to other action movies with pretensions toward literature. Unless youre a purist, the worst you can say is that it was a tad anemic. The first three quarters or so were somewhat enjoyable, thoughtful even. But I was hoping for more, if only for Prof. Kings sake.
Sing, Goddess, of the rage of Anna, daughter of Arthur, who really wanted to like the movie Troy, but couldnt. Even at the movies we are but playthings of the gods.
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