Ridley Scott cannot be accused of presenting Exodus: Gods and Kings as merely a 21st-century update of Cecil B. DeMille’s 1956 film The Ten Commandments. But I really wish he had given that a try. Sure, on occasion, in this or that sequence, Scott’s film does display some sense of the spectacular, the passionate, the dreadful, the grand. So this film has epic moments, but it lacks any sense of a sweeping epic vision – or even an epic visual design. This film is disappointingly monochromatic and monocultural – lots of dirt, and lots of dudes.
A more thorough review – and some spoilers – after the jump.