The Hero // Henry Cavill
The search for Superman was long and arduous, but when the producers finally decided on who would play the invincible alien, they chose a Brit. He became apart of a new trend. Our superheroes were all being cast from across the pond, from Batman (Christian Bale) to Spider-Man (Andrew Garfield). Fanboys were not pleased. Luckily, Cavill actually looks the part, and worked hard to look it even more. Paparazzi snapped topless shots of him on set and the studio released a photo of him in costume. From then on the anti-foreigner chatter died down, and the skepticism mutated into anticipation.
But I was never quite sold on it all. I had yet to see Cavill in anything that would suggest he could carry an entire franchise on his own, while mastering an American accent and not looking like a complete fool in blue tights and a red cape. I never saw the oversexualized Showtime series "The Tudors," Woody Allen's oddball rom-com Whatever Works, or the romantic epic Tristan + Isolde, and I barely noticed him in the fantasy adventure Stardust or the revenge epic The Count of Monte Cristo. That's the main reason I decided to see Immortals. I mean, Tarsem Singh is an amazing director, but I am sort of worn out on all the barrage of recent mythology (Percy Jackson, Clash of the Titans, Thor, etc.). This was Cavill's first official lead role. And I think he did wonderfully. The story reminded me of Clash of the Titans, but Cavill's character was a lot more three-dimensional and easier to empathize with than Sam Worthington's. He nailed inspirational speeches, rash acts of revenge, unspeakable bravery in the face of certain defeat, and even romancing a virgin oracle. He's the dreamiest hero yet.
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