In his video review of Christopher Nolan’s “The Odyssey,” the Canadian artist and philosopher of myth Jonathan Pageau expressed what a lot of us who are committed to the old books have been feeling for over a year: a trepidation that our favorite director might fail to capture the magic of our favorite book (well, second-favorite for me). After disasters like “Troy,” I had sworn off all Hollywood adaptations of ancient classics. If you spend hours every day, every week, for years just trying to get to the point where you can hear a little bit of the magic of the literature of the deep past, then you worry about those who might try to turn your beloved stories into old-fashioned summer action flicks and thus “taint” them, to use Pageau’s term.
