In the stark, filmic landscape that lies beyond the Oscars, there is nothing but badly CGI-ed tumbleweed and B-list actors plastered all over cardboard cut-outs making fart jokes. It's a special time and I like to reward myself for making it through awards season by enjoying a touch of cinematic junk. It's as if I've managed to eat enough green vegetables every day for a week and can now smash through a Hunger Buster from McDonald's.
I tell myself that doing this balances the film palate, giving one a brief taste of highly-processed sugary snacks and maybe even inducing a touch of nausea to keep you humble. This is why I went to see Gerard Butler don another leathery skirt and strut around in the preposterously epic Gods of Egypt.
You may think you haven't seen Butler for a while, and there's a good explanation for that. He has been trapped in ancient times, forever morphing from a man-shaped God to a dog-shaped metal thing to some kind of magnificent golden bird. Gods of Egypt follows the destruction that follows when Set, the god of disorder (Butler), returns to the kingdom of Egypt and starts throwing his weight around.
If I wanted to explain much more about the plot, it would take up the entire newspaper. Basically, Set's brother Horus relinquishes control of the kingdom after having his magical eyes plucked out by his brother.