After months of feeling poked and annoyed by teasers and snippets of Chris Nolan‘s The Odyssey (Universal, 7.17), a full-sized, reasonably engaging trailer finally emerged yesterday.
I kept muttering to myself “where’s the cyclops?….where’s the cyclops?…where’s the cyclops?” The fucker can barely be seen, but it’s obvious he has a shaved head. Was the cyclops born bald or afflicted with a Mike Nichols-like disease? Or did he have to do a straight-razor head-shave every two or three days?
If only Nolan hadn’t chickened out of allowing a big Odyssey premiere to happen at the Cannes Film Festival (which starts next week), but then Nolan always chickens out when it comes to the Cote d’Azur. He’s an excellent filmmaker, but also (no offense) a bit of a pussy. Who makes a film about the WWII-era creation of the atom bomb without showing the bomb’s devastating impact upon Hiroshima and Nagasaki?
