As I begin to write the chapter which will certainly anchor my dissertation, considering the role the goddess Athene plays in the Odyssey, how she helps effect, what some scholars have called, the only real character transformation in Homer, the growth of Telemachus from a Mama’s Boy to his father’s son, I have tracked down online cheap copies of the two most famous screen adaptations of the epic.
I came away gravely disappointed, the more recent a 1997 TV adaptation far worse than the 1954 Kirk Douglas version. And the former despite excellent realizations of Penelope and Anticleia by Greta Scacchi and Irene Papas respectively.
In the 1950s version, Kirk Douglas played the role he always seemed to play in that era (at least through Spartacus), the self-confident hero, ever smiling, rarely faltering, always declaiming, never wavering. It was from this adaptation that I first learned about the Odyssey, having caught it on TV as a boy and remembering most clearly the scene with the Cyclops (which I loved) and forgetting nearly everything else. Back then, it had seemed so real, I was all but certain Cyclops (Cyclopses?) existed.
And yet now, when I watched it last week, so familiar with the epic, I just couldn’t believe Douglas as the long-suffering Odysseus. But, he at least had a more expressive face than Armand Assante, the actor who would realize the role in the more recent version. That Italo-American actor hardly changed his expression through the flick, always dour, never determined. He showed no none of the warm tears Homer described, when he was finally reunited with his son.
When he arrives on Ithaca, the home for which he had longed for two full decades, his face was unmoved. No goddess was there to greet him on the shore as the owl-eyed Olympian welcomed the real Odysseus now over three thousand years ago. Nor did she disguise him before he approached the hut of his loyal swineherd Eumeaus. He just waltzed right in and started taking food. Instead of sympathizing with his plight, I wanted the swineherd to slit his throat. (more…)