Is it still possible to be surprised by Christopher Nolan? Somehow—yes. I mean, who drops a $250 million epic, packs a thousand extras onto an Icelandic plain, and calls that act “just another Tuesday”? But that's exactly where we are with “The Odyssey”—a production as restless and relentless as Odysseus himself.
Let's skip the preamble: Yes, it's happening. No, this is not a rumor. Cameras are rolling right now in Iceland, where an army of extras (1,000+, folks—picture a crowd scene directed by a perfectionist who probably counts each costume change) join a murderer's row ensemble: Matt Damon, Zendaya, Elliot Page, Holland, Theron, Hathaway, Pattinson—throw a rock, hit an Oscar nominee. If you can keep up, you deserve a medal. Or maybe just a ticket next July.
Production started way back in February. That's five months of movement—Morocco, Greece, Italy, Scotland, LA. Now Iceland. Next up? Ireland in July. Then London. And somewhere in all this, a teaser narrated by Anne Hathaway sits locked and loaded, maybe arriving alongside “Jurassic World: Rebirth” this July. You blink and you'll miss it—word is, the footage is intentionally cryptic, about as minimal as Nolan's recent teasers.
Still, the scale here is apocalyptic. “They're never going to make a movie like this again,” says stunt coordinator James Newman. Call it hyperbole—but…honestly? He might not be lying. It's a logistical fever dream. Gods and monsters stitched into every frame, overseen by Nolan and his right hand, Hoyte van Hoytema, running cutting-edge IMAX cameras across weather-beaten Europe. The Odyssey's journey, blown up into what's rumored to be Nolan's longest film—past the three-hour mark (don't drink too much soda).
$250 million and change. Mythic source material. Locations everywhere. I picture the Google Maps timeline and get dizzy.
The real wildness? Nolan isn't just re-telling Homer's epic. From what's leaking out, he's turning the “epic of all epics” into a maximalist fever dream—gods and mortals locked on collision courses, monsters crawling from fog and sea. Matt Damon, everyman Odysseus, surrounded by a cast so stacked it borders on satire. The kind of movie that makes accountants sweat and rivals quietly resign themselves: “We'll do a rom-com next year.”
This could become the anchor of Summer 2026—July 17th, confirmed. Mark your calendar in pen, but keep some white-out handy. And that teaser? If it really drops with “Jurassic World: Rebirth,” expect social feeds to go thermonuclear for about six hours, then everyone to argue about why so little was shown. Classic Nolan.
Audacious? Sure. Overblown? Maybe. Unmissable? No question.
See you in 2026—if the gods allow.
