A British poetry professor (is there even such a thing?!) is having an affair with one of his students, the filthy bastard! Suddenly she dies for reasons that are never clearly explained, which serves him right. What a dick.
40 years later...
The professor somehow discovers that the Muses of Greek mythology are real, and that they screw around with human affairs by manipulating people through... poetry. (Yes, that is literally the premise of this film). Why? Because fuck you, that's why.
Those of us who are familiar with Greek mythology will know that there were nine Muses: Calliope, Clio, Erato, Euterpe, Melpomene, Polyhymnia, Terpsichore, Thalia, and Urania. The film reduces their number to six (or seven? the plot seemed rather confused on this point), changes their names, and completely rewrites their respective roles.
It took me three attempts to finish this movie, because I kept falling asleep.
I rate Muse at 13.32 on the Haglee Scale, which works out as a turgid 4/10 on IMDB.
40 years later...
The professor somehow discovers that the Muses of Greek mythology are real, and that they screw around with human affairs by manipulating people through... poetry. (Yes, that is literally the premise of this film). Why? Because fuck you, that's why.
Those of us who are familiar with Greek mythology will know that there were nine Muses: Calliope, Clio, Erato, Euterpe, Melpomene, Polyhymnia, Terpsichore, Thalia, and Urania. The film reduces their number to six (or seven? the plot seemed rather confused on this point), changes their names, and completely rewrites their respective roles.
It took me three attempts to finish this movie, because I kept falling asleep.
I rate Muse at 13.32 on the Haglee Scale, which works out as a turgid 4/10 on IMDB.