It is a very pretty film, Mr Pitt, but you must not call it Homer.
Classicist Mary Beard squirms with hesitation then says generously the connexion of the new film
Troy to Homer is 'marginal'. The other commentator (whose name I haven't caught) is positively ratty that their set adviser is obviously an archaeologist, not a classicist: the town of Troy is depicted the size an archaeologist would say the real one was: but this is not the Iliad's Homer. And apparently Menelaus gets topped early so Helen can stay with Paris, and Achilles is dead butch. And with the fumes of computer visuals technology disordering their brains they've taken literally the thousand ships bit and thought yeah, we can show that.