So way back in January it was revealed that Henry Cavill, best known for The Tudors, has been cast as Superman in Zack Snyder’s reboot. Seeing as the film won’t be out till 2013 this no doubt gave Cavill a chance to show the world he is the right man for the job. And so his first big screen outing in which he plays lead (He was in Red Riding Hood and Tristian + Isolde) is this.
The film quite ironically is produced by the same guys who produced Snyder’s biggest hit to date, 300, and follows the ‘story’ (if you could call it that) of Theseus (Cavill), a mortal man who is chosen by the Immortal God Zeus (previously seen in countless other films, Disney’s Hercules being quite a big one) to stop mean old King Hyperion (Mickey Rourke – yep, by old I mean OLD!) from trying to ruin mankind by releasing the Titans, enemies of the Immortals and basically bad news for us guys.
Now reading that you might be thinking it’s a bit of a meaty storyline but in all honesty it’s not. Which to be quite honest isn’t a bad thing. After the first fifteen minutes or so you will realise that this film isn’t meant to be thought provoking or looked back at as a classic. It is here for one reason and one reason alone. To promote Henry Cavill before he dons the big red S on his chest. Freida Pinto (Last seen helping Caesar rule earth in Rise of the Planet of the Apes) plays the obligatory eye candy, and John Hurt is shown wondering around every now and then narrating and basically being John Hurt.
I’m probably sounding really cynical and you’re expecting me to give this film a measly one star at best right? But no. In all honesty it was good fun. The fight scenes were more or less on par with 300 and believe me there are plenty of be-headings and bloodshed to please any action movie fanatic. And the film did show off Cavill’s six pack, as well as his brilliant fighting, often enough to have it imprinted into everyone’s memory in preparation for Man of Steel.
Although it wasn’t as good as 300, it was certainly good enough. It’s not a waste of time, nor is it a masterpiece to be admired for years to come. Instead it falls neatly in the middle section of a film to waste a boring Sunday afternoon with.