I hate to break it to you guys, but a literal adaptation of The Odyssey would look more like a 24-part art-house miniseries than a movie. The morality would be jarring to modern viewers, and it would contain a lot more sex than social conservatives are accustomed to.
In Texas I was taken to a grocery store called H-E-B.
I asked what the letters stand for. My friend said, "Howard Edward Butt."
I waited for the rest of the name. There was no rest. The man built an empire on his actual name, and the empire did not flinch.
Inside, a woman in a red apron said, "Welcome! Finding everything okay?"
I had been inside for eleven seconds. I had found nothing. I had not begun to look.
"...I have only just arrived."
"Well, let me know if you need anything, sweetheart."
Sweetheart. From a stranger with a price gun. I held the cart handle with both hands and tried to proceed as a man who had not just been loved at the produce section.
The store was clean in a way that suggested someone cared about it the way my grandmother cared about her kitchen floor. Not for the guests. For the floor.
A man named Dale in the meat department was cutting brisket behind glass. I watched him work. He held the knife the way a calligrapher holds a brush. Each cut landed in the same place twice.
I bowed slightly. I could not help it.
Dale looked up. "You want a sample, boss?"
"...I was paying respects to your blade work."
He paused. Then he cut a piece, put it on a toothpick, and handed it over the counter.
"Well, that's a first. Most folks just ask if I got any ribs left."
I ate it. It was perfect. I told him it was perfect.
"Appreciate that. Twenty-six years behind this counter."
Twenty-six years. The same counter. The same knife. In my country we would call this man a living national treasure and put him on television. Here he wore a red apron and asked if I wanted it wrapped.
Then the storm came.
I do not mean this as a metaphor. A hurricane was approaching the coast, and I learned something about this grocery store that I did not believe until I saw it with my own eyes.
H-E-B has mobile kitchens. Disaster relief trucks. A full-time Director of Emergency Preparedness. Over a hundred and fifty thousand employees they call Partners, and when the wind starts to build, the Partners do not go home.
They drive toward it.
During Hurricane Harvey, this grocery store fed thousands. They sent trucks into flooded towns before the government arrived. Before the Red Cross set up. Before anyone asked.
A grocery store. With a meat counter and a bakery and a sign that says HERE EVERYTHING'S BETTER.
Texans have a name for H-E-B during hurricanes. They call it the FEMA of Texas. I have confirmed this. Multiple Texans said it to me without smiling, the way you state the name of a general who does not lose.
I asked Dale if he had worked during Harvey.
He stopped cutting. He set the knife down, which I had not seen him do.
"Drove in at four in the morning. Water was up to my truck doors. Store was the only thing open for nine miles. We made sandwiches till we ran out of bread. Then corporate sent more bread. Then we ran out again."
"...How long?"
"Sixteen days."
I stood there holding a package of brisket in both hands and tried to find the word.
"...You are not a butcher, Dale."
He picked up his knife. "Sure I am."
In my country, a man who feeds his village through a disaster is honored for the rest of his life. In Texas, he is called a butcher, and he goes back to the counter on Monday, and he does not mention it unless you ask, and even then he picks up his knife before he finishes the story, because the brisket is not going to cut itself.
The store was founded in 1905 by a woman named Florence Butt, who put sixty dollars' worth of groceries on a shelf on the ground floor of her family's home in a town called Kerrville. That was the whole store. One shelf. One room. Sixty dollars.
A hundred and twenty years later, the family still owns it.
I walked out with four bags. A boy in a red apron carried two of them to my car. I told him I could carry my own bags. He said, "I know you can. But I'm already here, so."
I did not tip him. He would not let me.
I drove home past the highway where the flood line was still visible on the guardrail, three feet up, and I thought about Dale, and the bread, and the knife, and the name Howard Edward Butt, who was not embarrassed by it, because the name is not the point.
The shelf is the point.
Florence Butt put sixty dollars on a shelf in 1905. A hundred and twenty years later, when the water rose and the power died, the shelf was still standing, and there was bread on it.
A store is not its name. A store is whether the bread is there when you need it.
The bread was there.
Jon Stewart: “Thank you for joining us. Let me start by saying this… holy shit. I saw the film on Sunday, and it’s a staggering piece of work. It’s remarkable. I feel like I know a lot of the tricks filmmakers use, but I honestly don’t know how you pulled this off.”
Jon Stewart: “Everything looks so real. Those are practical effects, right? Those are real boats, real water?”
Christopher Nolan: “Yes. For The Odyssey, I wanted to take the audience on this incredible journey. We use every trick in the book, of course, but the foundation is putting the actors into the real world.”
Christopher Nolan: “We wanted Matt Damon, Tom Holland, Anne Hathaway, Robert Pattinson, and the rest of the cast to experience real locations, real environments, real ships, and real water.”
Jon Stewart: “So even the Cyclops was real?”
Christopher Nolan: “As close as we could get. We wanted to create something that felt tangible and believable for the audience.”
Christopher Nolan on bringing The Odyssey to life with practical filmmaking — using real locations, real environments, and real experiences instead of relying only on CGI.
Historical accuracy of Troy... Which is a largely unfaithful telling of the Illiad... Which is about a battle that there's no historical evidence ever happened... With made up characters who never existed... By an author who is just a pseudonym for an amalgamation of storytellers
Sinopse de A Odisseia:
"Jason Bourne perdeu-se no mar por anos. Sua esposa, Mulher-Gato, encontra-se desolada e está sendo cobiçada pelo Batman. O filho de Bourne, Homem-Aranha, foi procurar o pai com a ajuda do Justiceiro".
Christopher Nolan’s The Odyssey was shot on more than 2 million feet of KODAK 65mm Motion Picture Film made in Rochester, NY. Kodak also manufactured the print film for the 35mm, 70mm 5-perf, and IMAX 70mm releases. We're thrilled to celebrate the film's theatrical release today.
The Odyssey isn't historically accurate because it's not historical. It's a work of fiction. I don't understand how people can't grasp this very simple idea.
Stephen A Smith made a valid point.🔥 😂
"You dont like me because you me calling it like i see it, you're not Michael Jordan, you're not the GOAT. You did Choke in an NBA finals, 4 consecutive 4th quarters in a NBA finals, this was scoring 4 points, one quarter he scored 0 points in an NBA finals 4th quarter with JJ Barea or Jason Terry Guarding you, there is no explanation for that.
To anybody who knows basketball thats a chokejob. Michael Jordan was averaging 30 10 times in his career, played all 82 games 9 times, 9 times an All NBA defensive player, a DPOY, a 6x champion, a 6x NBA finals MVP, a 5x MVP of the league and in your 22nd or 23rd year you're still chasing.
I also never looked at Michael Jordan and said he choked in an NBA finals, i also didn't Michael Jordan join D Wade and Bosh and then AD, Kyrie and Kevin Love before that."
— Source: ESPN (The Jump)
All of us NBA fans 100% agree with Stephen A Smith's opinion.
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Here’s the behind the scenes of getting ready for The Odyssey in IMAX 70mm at Cinemark Dallas XD and IMAX in Dallas, TX.
While filming, The Odyssey used 2.1 million feet of film, with the end print weighing 846 lbs! 🤯
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