Beyond the simple idea that Gods intervened in humans' lives on a regular basis, there isn't a lot of interesting stuff to chew on in the script. It moves from one amazingly framed camera setup to the next with no forward motion or feeling of consequence.
Costume designer Eiko Ishioka drapes the gods in dinky gold lamé outfits and outlandish headgear - Daniel Sharman's Aires sports a helmet spiked with swords and Kellan Lutz's Poseidon appears to be wearing a rather whimsical fascinator.
The most unpretentious -- or should that be ridiculous? -- film yet from style-drunk director Tarsem Singh is also his most enjoyable, a Cuisinart-blended shot of Greek mythology and ultraviolent effects that chokes the viewer with unrelenting design.