Agonizing. Painful, and existentially horrid. The worst cast movie of the 21st century, so far, left me scratching my head and pleading for the gods to be merciful and let the credits roll. Alas, the gods were in the lobby playing Galatica and failed to hear my call. Acting-wise: imagine Russell Crow imitating Sly and you pretty much can hear Brad's flat, deadpan and vacant delivery from where ever you're sitting. Pitt manages to show his butt three or four times for the ladies, and there's a host of half naked scenes where he's covered in: slime, oil, blood, and I'm guessing Bull Frog.  Bloom looked so much like a hobbit I could hear him cursing his agent under his breath, and the woman who played Helen looked like she launched a thousand mall openings in Jersey rather Greek ships.  O'Tool? I'm guessing he was drunk for this one. … And what was with the visor-vision.???? …. Not only did the movie offend the sensibilities, it offended the ear. What, they couldn't budget in an original score? They stole music from: Braveheart, Blackhawk Down, Titanic, and I'm pretty sure, Beauty and the Beast.  … Just a really bad movie, with some interesting FX, but nothing to write home about.  Gack!