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The pity is that Tarsem's intelligence doesn't connect his cinematic eye to his narrative mind. The director's visual gift is like a brilliant retina, detached.
When Hyperion says of one character, "His pain has just begun,'' you know exactly how he feels.
This monumental tale of warring gods and men is a beautiful, dead thing, bereft of organic or kinetic life.
New York Times:
Sing to me, O Muse, of gods and men, of timeless legends and forgettable retreads. Speak of "Immortals," and answer in all seriousness: did you even read that awful script?
For all the digital mastery Immortals boasts, its hokey story leaves the film adrift.
As mythic spectacles go, it beats Clash Of The Titans, particularly in the areas of intimidating villainy and actual Titan-clashing.
J. R. Jones,
Singh is a talented and eccentric visual artist with no creative future in the movie business.
The movie's landscape is a disappointingly barren digital domain, the same gray cliffs, deserts and seas familiar from 300 and so many game-worlds.
Without any narrative heft, these sights don't last in the mind much longer than they linger on screen. And yet they thrill in short-lived bursts that Singh doles out carefully, keeping pace with the audience's appetite.
Visually stunning, but heavy-handed and lacking a single moment that evinces any relish for movie-making.
Los Angeles Times:
Where are the gods of Olympus when you need them? I ask on behalf of "Immortals," because mere mortals were apparently not able to create a movie that actually made sense.
New York Daily News:
With "Immortals," Singh finally acknowledges that he's making movies, rather than just beautiful moving pictures.
New York Post:
If it's violence ye seek, and violently confused storytelling, look ye no further.
The same hyperstylized, comic book-come-to-life approach that created an invigorating experience for viewers of 300 elevates Immortals above the level of a Clash of the Titans knock-off.
Globe and Mail:
Solid yet hardly sensational, no luxury sedan but a good compact -- fairly efficient in its operation, typically clean in look, and guaranteed to reach its destination with a minimum of fuss.
Immortals is aimed squarely at the macho crowd, with the emphasis on heroics and bone-crunching violence in 3-D, with a splash of sexy time to lighten the mood and detract from the flaccid script.
Logic melts away completely and the pic's raison d'etre emerges -- namely, to justify staging a fight scene for the ages.
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.
As in his "The Fall," director Tarsem Singh's visual instincts overwhelm his storytelling finesse.