
My favorite Beefcake movie of all time is "Troy."
As a feminist, I was offended by almost everything in that film. But as a woman...oh my!
Let's start with Helen of Troy. Poor thing couldn't help herself. Married to one man and fell in love with another, who had no choice but to "rescue" her from her husband and her homeland and carry her off to Troy so that a war could be started for her. She's standing there on the walls of the city, watching as her young lover and her husband hurl insults at one another, bang their chests and try to kill each other for the honor of possessing her. She is nothing but a possession.
In real Greek mythology, Helen ran away with Paris to escape her boorish husband who raped her and allowed all his chums to rape her too. Having no experience with sex other than being raped by old men, it's easy to see why she would have fallen for Paris, even without the help of Aphrodite. None of this was in the movie, however. She just came across as being young and impulsive.
I don't wish to be rescued if I can't rescue myself and I don't want to be anybody's possession, but just once I'd like to feel what it's like to be loved that much. Okay, okay, I know (I really believe in my heart) that it wasn't a healthy kind of love that made these men fight over her, it was more about power and dominance....but still. The thought of inspiring such genuine passionate emotion in the breast of a man--especially a man as fine as Orlando Bloom!
Oh Lord, and then there's Achilles. Brad Pitt as I have never seen him before. He's not the greatest actor who ever lived, but I'd never kick him out of my bed for eating crackers. He was magnificent in this movie, in spite of his wooden delivery and the fact that he couldn't decide whether to use an English accent or not. And he rescues this little slave girl priestess who was captured at the temple and of course they get it on.
A lot.
At least this woman turned out to have some gumption and some fight in her, but she was still forced by her own emotions to lie with the man who killed her people. Well, who could blame her. I have already said, I wouldn't throw him out of my bed either.
Again, the "real" Achilles was not portrayed here. He was a notorious rapist himself, given to making sex slaves of his female captives. He was also bisexual. In the movie, he comes across very clean and heroic, albeit very arrogant and full of himself.
I loved this movie, but basically it was nothing more than a demonstration of men, both old and young, shouting at each other things like "Yeah, my dick is bigger than yours!" and "Oh yeah? Let's see! Oh well okay but I bet I can spit farther than you can!" and "Alright, I'll show you! And when I'm done spitting, I'll cut your head off and take a crap down your neck-hole!"
Which brought me to a sobering thought, as I recalled all the whooping and chest-beating I've seen lately about the decapitation of that Berg fellow. Men just love to piss each other off and they live to one-up each other. They bomb our city, we invade their country and rape their women, they hack off the head of one of ours, and we're calling for the extermination of the whole Muslim race. Obviously an over-simplification, but it does demonstrate my point about men. They will carry things to ridiculous extremes, just to show one another who's more powerful.
There's one scene where Achilles comes up to the walls of Troy and stands out there bellowing the name of his rival Hector. Just yelling his name. And of course Hector is honor bound to trot out there and let Achilles kill him. I was thinking as I watched this...if some bitch camped out on my front lawn yelling my name, why on Earth would I lend legitimacy to her madness by going out there? I think I'd just sit down in my kitchen and have a slice of pie. I'd say "What was that, did you hear something? Sounded like some lunatic screaming. Mmm, good pie, huh?" But I guess a man wouldn't see the good sense in that.
God bless their cotton-pickin' hearts, ya gotta love 'em.
The screenplay did an excellent job of condensing the 10-year war into its most important events and characters, though much was left out. I was annoyed by one little plot addition in which the women and children of Troy were allowed to escape via a secret tunnel. It smelled like a plot device to keep the ending from being quite so tragic.
Fabulous cinematography with breath-taking epic shots of the thousand ships sailing off to war as well as heart-pumping images of huge battle scenes.
There is some nudity and adult themes, as well as lots of graphic violence, but nothing I'd prevent my teenager from seeing. I'm pretty liberal about that, though.
This is the movie I could watch a million times and never get tired of it.
