Movie Review: "Immortals" is a Disaster of a Film

THE NEW YORK TIMES
By Paul Brunick

HOLLYWOOD -- “Immortals” is the latest disaster of post-conversion 3-D, a projected spectacle so dark it is literally hard to see. This is an ugly, burlap sack of a film, stitched with jagged seams and overstuffed with computer-generated chintz, gold-lamé leotards and fetishistic headgear. “Immortals,” plunders the canon of ancient myths like a barbarian horde piling up spoils as the temple burns. This jumbled epic of absurd coincidences and logical gaps can barely track its internal mythology. Such nonsense defies synopsis. Suffice it to say that there are muscly he-men (Henry Cavill), distressed damsels (Freida Pinto), evil despots (Mickey Rourke) and vengeful gods (John Hurt). [link]