Thor has arrived on our silver screen in full Asgardian splendour. Directed by the normally posh-thespo Kenneth Branagh (yes that Kenneth Branagh), Thor is smashing box-offices here and across the pond.
For those who don’t know about Thor, you will soon. He is your everyday Norse god, who happens to be a Marvel Superhero. Marvel are the ones who created that treasure chest-trove of spandex goodness such as Spiderman, the X-Men and soon to arrive on our shores this summer, Captain America.
Thor is a rip-roaring ride of a film though it doesn’t pretend to be anything other than an old-fashioned yarn. In Asgard, the land of ye olde super-strength Gods (or are they?), an ageing King Odin played by Hannibal Lector spends time fighting out the nasty Ice Men. His son and heir to the throne is played by newcomer Chris Hemworth whom you may have seen in Star Trek, but died at the beginning. Thor is an arrogant sort, so after being set up by his scheming brother,Loki, is sent to Earth via a spectacular use of green- screen to learn a lesson about honour and stuff.
What entails is your usual fish out of water scenes as Thor adapts to the ways of New Mexico, but help is on hand with the non-irritating/potential love- interest in Natalie Portman. All in all great fun and I was, for at least 2 hours, glued to the screen.
Oh and there is a flying hammer in it as well.
All in all this does beat the old incarnations of Thor that have graced our screens.
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