Then last night I saw the ad again and started thinking about Achilles a bit more. And suddenly it made sense. As Charles McGrath puts it:
Achilles, sulking in his tent, is less an angry warrior than an insulted star waiting out a contract dispute.
That’s right, isn’t it? I mean, that’s really right. That’s who Achilles was. So Brad Pitt is actually the perfect matinee idol to play him.
My fingers really didn’t want to type that sentence, though. Has Achilles at last been cast perfectly? Or have I drunk a little too much Hollywood Kool-Aid?