Thor

Here's something worth thinking about: if you could be any movie superhero, which one would you choose? Would you like to have actual super powers, such as Superman (alien living on earth), the X-Men (genetic mutation), or Spiderman (radioactivity, spider)? Or would you prefer to remain completely human and be aided by science and technology, like Batman or Iron Man? There's a third alternative, too--superherodom by way of being a god. The world's religions are filled with interesting deities, and the movies have a comfortable history with a few of them. Jesus has been a star of the screen since the silent era. Greek gods and goddesses have kept busy in supporting roles over the years (Jason and the Argonauts, Clash of the Titans). But for the rest of the almighty spirits out there, cinematic work has been hard to find--at least in Hollywood. Good news for them all, therefore, that Thor, the first of the summer's intended blockbusters, is a blockbuster.

Based on another of Marvel Comics' seemingly endless line of costumed crimefighters, Thor is the latest to make a splashy big screen debut in theaters (following closely on his heels, Captain America is set for a July release). Although we officially honor this god every Thursday, he really isn't very familiar to American viewers. A few Norse gods have had illustrious careers on the world's opera stages, thanks to Richard Wagner, but the God of Thunder makes only a brief appearance in The Ring of the Nibelung, and under a different name at that. Fortunately, Stan Lee and his associates at Marvel saw something Wagner didn't, and beginning in 1962 signed him to a long-term contract.

The story, according to the Gospel of Marvel Comics, tells of Thor (Chris Hemsworth), prince of Asgard--heavenly stronghold of the gods--and heir to the throne of his father, Odin (who else but Anthony Hopkins?). Thor is handsome and strong, but incredibly rash, a source of worry to his aged father, who is nearing the end of his life but hesitates to hand over power to his reckless son. To safeguard the cosmos, Odin must be sure that after his death peace will continue between the gods and their mortal enemies, the inhabitants of Bifrost, a forbidding world of ice and perpetual darkness. The malevolent Bifrostians are monstrous ice-men bent on destroying the gods and turning the entire universe into the same kind of frozen wasteland they inhabit, but they're held in check by Odin's authority. It's an uneasy truce, however, and when Thor defies his father and leads a raid on Bifrost, it threatens to result in all-out war. To preserve order in the universe, therefore, Odin banishes his beloved son to earth, where he loses his supernatural powers. Confused and heartbroken, Thor must adapt to a strange new world and learn to accept his fate.

Fortunately, he meets a girl--no less a one than beautiful astrophysicist Jane Foster (Natalie Portman), leader of a team studying the heavens in a remote part of New Mexico where Thor falls to earth, and literally into her life. Disoriented and raging like the angry god he is, Thor doesn't try to make friends with his rescuers, but Jane likes him anyway. Something about his tousled blond hair, granite jaw, and steely blue eyes, quite possibly. He may be mad, babbling about his powers and saying quaint things like "What realm is this?", but he's different, and brilliant but boyfriend-challenged Jane can't resist wondering if he holds the key to many things in her life, including her understanding of the universe (it involves space-time configurations called wormholes--more about them later). Her research partner and surrogate father, Erik (Stellan Skarsgard), warns her that Thor could be dangerous, but even so he helps him escape the police and find a mysterious crater in the desert that's crawling with operatives of a shadowy government agency called S.H.I.E.L.D. (Fans of the Marvel series have already encountered this agency in Iron Man and The Incredible Hulk.) They are investigating something that fell to earth around the same time Thor did--the great hammer of Odin, Mjollnir, Thor's weapon in his glory days in Asgard. Odin cast it out after him, perhaps to serve as a reminder of all he's lost. Now it lies partially buried in rock, where it resists the efforts of all who try to remove it. Thor is confident that once he holds the weapon in his hand again, he will regain his powers. But he also fails to free the hammer, and the realization that he is now a mere mortal nearly breaks his spirit.

To parallel Thor's suffering, events in Asgard take a serious turn for the worse. Banishing his favored son is too much for Odin's failing strength, and he falls into a coma, leaving a power vacuum around the throne. Filling it is Thor's half-brother Loki, an enigmatic figure whose true nature is only gradually revealed during the course of the film. While it should come as no surprise that Loki covets the kingship once meant for his older brother, the why and the how of it make the film's web of intrigue genuinely intriguing. Loki is no black-hearted villain but a frustrated younger son living in the shadow of a more popular sibling, one whose arrogance and irresponsible nature make him less qualified for the throne than Loki knows himself to be. His ambition grows from a tragic seed of justified grievance, watered with the poison of envy. But this is melodrama, not Shakespeare, and before too much plot goes by, Loki is doing and saying everything a superhero's nemesis ought to--we watch his soul grow dark in front of us. It's a predictable change, of course, but Tom Hiddleston's fine, shaded performance as Loki makes his inevitable transformation into baddie arresting enough to become the movie's most potent dramatic arc. Loki is not the first supervillain to usurp the hero's place in his own film.

The storyline is fleshed out with the expected elements: a love story, heroic sidekicks, a final showdown between hero and villain, and the promise of a sequel. It's the superhero action formula we've grown accustomed to, and obviously like, given the continued success of these movies. Thor doesn't vary it much, but a spirited tone, imaginative imagery, and appealing performances make it seem refreshing despite the familiarity. Hemsworth has the muscle tone of a displaced god, if not quite the awe-inspiring presence, but under Kenneth Branagh's attentive direction, he makes that presence felt when it counts, particularly during the energetic climax. Even better, Hemsworth's Thor, while appropriately humbled by his ordeal, retains just enough pride at the end to suggest that arrogance tempered with wisdom is the quality not just of a god but of a great leader. Portman--still decompressing from Black Swan, perhaps--gets to display her sense of humor as the smitten scientist, a welcome tonic to the implausibility of her character's romance with an ancient deity. "Awkward" and "nerdy" are not adjectives one usually associates with the chic actress, and fortunately Branagh doesn't ask her to push Jane too far in that direction, or the results would be harder to believe than Viking warriors walking down a 21st century street. But she gives Jane enough of those qualities to lend credence to her confusion around a hunky male, as well as a touch of sweetness to the growth of her shy attraction into love.

It must have been tempting for director Branagh to view this film chiefly through the wide angle lens of epic--Homeric, Shakespearian, Wagnerian, George Lucasian. It's filled with themes that epics love: good vs. evil, brother against brother, the intermingling of divine and mortal worlds, love crossing the barriers of space and time. The New Testament contributes a father god sending his son to earth in mortal form (perhaps Odin knows all along Thor will be humanity's salvation). Even Arthurian legend makes a cameo--the hammer in the rock that can't be moved until the Right One tries is a chivalrous nod to the Sword in the Stone.

But these aspirations to epic are wisely kept under control. Branagh's resume is rife with overblown versions of classics such as Hamlet and Frankenstein, so it's something of a marvel he's able to exercise restraint at the helm of this muscular hero tale. Much credit goes to the even-tempered screenplay by Ashley Miller, Zack Stentz, and Don Payne. Despite an angst-ridden background filled with family conflict and betrayal, there's a loose, often playful feel to the script, which packs a lot of material into 115 minutes so economically the film never feels crowded. Branagh's straightforward, uncluttered direction perfectly complements the writers' thrift, guiding the dual storylines at an animated but never hurried pace, and keeping things in sensible perspective: no scene is overdone, no moment overstuffed with emotion. As a consequence, the movement to the movie's climax feels effortless, which gives it a greater impact than a noisier, more deliberate build-up would have. Like the best of the recent spate of superhero flicks, Thor is a comic book made by and for adults.

The movie's knowledge of classical literature is matched by its skill in mixing film genres. Genre and myth are closely related anyway, but superhero movies bring them even closer together by merging the archetypal stoies of myth with the iconography of popular culture. When filmmakers display a command of both the cinematic geneology and the cultural roots of their pop stories, as they do in Thor, the combination strikes sparks. Thor's master plan is ambitious, crossing adventure epic with science fiction and fantasy--the hero's journey takes him across time and space, from 900 A.D. Asgard to the present-day American Southwest. The aforementioned wormholes allow Thor and his friends to travel almost instantly between two epochs and two distant corners of the universe, but this quasi-scientific explanation is given a mythological correlative in the film's most spectacular creation, the dazzling Rainbow Bridge of Asgard, which according to legend connects the gods to the far reaches of the cosmos--as well as ancient religious beliefs to contemporary scientific inquiry.

Just as successfully, Thor bridges the gap between action spectacle and intimate drama. Relationships are central to the dynamics of the story, not incidental, and the care with which the film treats the domestic and romantic entanglements of the characters makes their actions emotionally credible, despite their comic book origins. The warfare between the kingdoms of Asgard and Bifrost has epic scope but is viewed through the prism of family drama, lending it a touch of Greek tragedy. If this association seems a bit high-toned for action fare, the film earns it--it's not forced on us in any self-congratulatory kind of way, but rises unpretentiously from the logic of the story.

Though Thor is clearly not the type of male who enjoys bantering with the opposite sex, the film's romantic angle has enough deft touches to recall classic Hollywood romanti-comedy as well. This lifts the movie's spirits considerably. Portman plays the game nicely, as noted before, and when Thor finally tumbles to Jane's attraction to him, Hemsworth seems to be flexing his muscles a bit more self-consciously. But there's another model behind their mismatched courtship, a more deeply embedded narrative--the romance between two people of unequal class backgrounds, in this case between a wealthy or well-bred lady and an unsophisticated working man. The love-across-class-lines formula pops up everywhere: in classic romanti-comedies such as It Happened One Night (1934), westerns like The Virginian (1931) or My Darling Clementine (1946), even thrillers (Alfred Hitchcock's 1953 masterpiece, Rear Window). Tennessee Williams memorably enshrined it in the lethal flirtation between Blanche Du Bois and Stanley Kowalski in A Streetcar Named Desire. And Disney did it with dogs in The Lady and the Tramp (1955).

Thor borrows most heavily from one of the more unlikely tales in this collection: Tarzan. Like the legendary hero of the jungle, Thor is a Natural Man, an unspoiled alpha male from a "less civilized" world, whose unpolished manners and elementary outlook are in stark contrast to those of his more refined and articulate mate--who, interestingly enough, is also named Jane. The cult figure of Tarzan is a potent nexus of popular culture and classical mythology, as well as a movie franchise that is practically its own genre. In a way, nothing better reflects how mythology is created for consumption in America, which absorbs hero tales from all cultures and turns them into easily digestible cine-fables, stamped with the American brand, that are fed continuously to the world's entertainment markets.

We have the industrial and cultural machinery to do this, of course. The "Hollywood" film is a recognized commodity worldwide, and an important part of it right now is the Marvel brand with its successful product line of superhero sagas. Thor is just the latest to make the hero's journey to the heights of popular mythology by way of cinematic fame. And the latest, and of course not the last, to reflect the underlying irony of these resurrected hero tales. No simple throwbacks or odes to nostalgia, they are instead somewhat uneasy explorations of what we're nostalgic for. Good still battles evil, as of old, but now the struggle takes place in the ambiguous moral landscape shaped by our modern sensibility, which renders every outcome--and its meaning--a little less certain than it once seemed to be.