Hercules (2014) directed by Brett Ratner and starring Dwayne āThe Rockā Johnson as HERCULES!!!
This is it. All roads end. Just try to remember, through it all, we did this togetherā¦
Iāve gone through over half a century of Hercules movies, moving towards the inevitable conclusion. This film was it. The last step. The wall to crash into. As Heracles himself must wrestle the three headed dog of hell to complete his labor, so too would I come to this final task. Would it be the sweet taste of release I would sup upon? Or would my trial be akin to grueling under the weight of the world as the lion of Thebes performed when he took the burden of Atlas? Tectonic plates shifting over shoulder blades, muscles ripping as I hold on to the last vestiges of strengthā¦
ā¦Thereās no way to finish this thing properly. Iāve written over ten thousand words on this crap already and I donāt have the verbiage to give proper denouement to this examination. I hit some high marks when I found out about the backstage succession between leads which followed from the 50s to the 80s unchecked. Then looking at the pepla filmās effect onĀ Schwarzenegger and how the movies moved him to create worldwide cultural change also really surprised me. But witnessing the great Nigel Green give the seminal performance of the character was definitely the apex. I had to come down from that high with a mile long walk through the mud of the 80s into 00s interpretations of the Greek though. So getting here is assuredly a release.
Ratner hasnāt been someone Iāve gone to see since the first Rush Hour, so I wasnāt coming to the party for a quality film. I came for the big guy. I came for this. The moment I saw Johnson in lion skin clothed glory, I knew I had to see this picture. The visual of him, club in hand walking across screen, bearded face shadowed by the torn jaw of the Nemean Lionās atop his head would pull me to the theater with the force of a hurricane. I had to go see this film from the moment the trailerās title seared across the screen in neon 80s inflected font, stamping itself permanently into my brain. That was all I needed.
The fact that The Rock is also heir apparent to the legacy of Schwarzenegger, that he comes from body building and represents a return to the pattern started from the moment Steve Reeves first strapped sandal to foot and walked the sands of Italy to perform as the scion of Zeus is just icing. The fact the Ratner purposefully set out to make a peplum picture, to use practical effects and real sets, and honest to god hand crafted production pieces is the cherry. I didnāt follow Dwayneās insane workout that millions jumped on board for, breaking twitter in half like a pillar between the demigods might mits. I just wanted to see Rock in that outfit, and watch him beat the living shit out of things with the club of Hercules.
Film Review: I remember when Radical Comics debuted the comic which originated this movie. I bought two copies of the first issue (it had a Steranko cover, a rarity and prize at any time, and the first one I received was torn in the front from shipping) I remember reading through and not receiving too much from the story, it was a practical interpretation, one that did the conventional twist of trying to over humanize the character by stripping the mythic and fantastical from the story and replacing it with āwhat if he was JUST a manā. Itās the trite type of thought pattern that always spins out into a ditch by the end of its experiment. What did influence me were the visuals. From the Steranko painting on the front, to the intense and dark mood of the bookās lead, with its somewhat adolescent visceral style, Hercules struts about inside its pages, indomitable and moody. I was really taken in by the look. I never bought another issue, and eventually my ideal of the legend became the work of Sfar and Blainās interpretation, but I remember really liking the pompous 90s Image Comics bearing that he carried.
This movie keeps all that intact. Hercules, as played by Johnson is a big action figure, strutting about in scenes and chewing up his screen time. He looks just as great as I hoped he would. The production throughout the film shows how Ratner put all 100 million into making sure the movie has a hand crafted design. Itās sad to say real sets and good costuming is a break in trend, but thatās the game nowadays, so Iām really glad itās all here. The movie gave me the visual form I was hoping for.
Beyond that, there really isnāt too much to get excited about. A ton of great character actors in here doing what they can. The inclusion of Ingrid Bolso Berdal as the amazon warrior Atalanta is an appreciated move, but some regrettable dialogue in parts really undercut this try at hackneyed progression (I was still rooting for her). Johnson is really going for it. Heās giving the role everything he can acting wise, and he put a much heralded eight months of work into his body to give us a dynamic form and physique (one that is still more human than the marble sculpted bodies of past). But thereās only so much water in the pale. Thereās just nothing really there in the script. Itās a house of sticks that once you get close enough to touch, falls apart. It has a lot of modern action problems, not least of all trying to deliver a 1980s John Milius movie with a PG-13 restriction, but instead just ending up being a lot of what Fuquaās King Arthur was in 2004. Thereās meat on the bone, but it doesnāt satisfy. Ā Ā
Depiction of Hercules: This made it all worth it. The Rock was his namesake in this, holding it together through raw visual power. It was magical watching him enter scenes and jump around battlefields club in hand pounding man and beast into the ground. Even with the revisionist editing out of the labors and the twists to his own tragic past, we still got a lot out of this Hercules. They even threw me a few biscuits with the opening depictions of the Nemean Lion, the Hydra battle, and the Erymanthean Boar labors. Johnson pushed for giving depth to his Hercules, and even though it couldnāt always hit, the sincerity of his method and the effort given always made me appreciative.
One of the best moments in all these films (13 in total) came from the scene when Johnson and team Hercules enter into Lord Cotysā (John Hurt) throne room for the first time. Thereās a slight pause of breath before dialogue invades, Hercules is standing half lit from the courtās high tiered windows. Heās in a stance of relaxed attention, heās being talked down to, but heās in control of the room through sheer force of intimidation. Itās not a conscious effort, itās who he is. Ā He exudes power. His gut leans out a bit, his hands at hips, his face rough and cloaked in his impenetrable beast hide. The profile is everything I tried to put into my drawings while in school. I couldnāt believe I was seeing my youthful dream of Hercules so fully realized in front of me in film. It was perfect.
It was twelve crazy days, and not everything got colored or written on schedule, but I always got the art up, and I lived and breathed Hercules cinema mythology for almost two weeks. At the end of the road Johnson and company managed to give me some special moments with my favorite Greek legend, even if the home run was the succinct but impeccable Nigel Green role. If you read all, or even one of these things, then thanks for being here. It wasnāt always fun, but I still loved every minute of it. Ā Ā
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Jason: We searched, Argus
Hercules: And I will search again.
Crew: Hylas was with us. He was running. Then he disappeared.
Argus: He could have been hurt. Not able to get back to the ship.
We had to carry him aboard.
Jason: Hercules, Hylas is dead.
Hercules: Why kill a boy for my grave fault?
I should have stayed with him.
Jason: Search until nightfall.
(Hercules reaches forecastle and stops)
Hercules: Sail when you please. I can't leave this island until I find Hylas.