By: Christiana Best Giacomini, Ph.D.
July 28, 2026
Before the lights dimmed, Christopher Nolan’s The Odyssey had already become a cultural event. Its scale and star-studded cast – Matt Damon as Odysseus, Anne Hathaway as Penelope, Odysseus’ wife, Robert Pattinson as Antinous the main villain, Charlize Theron as Circe, the witch-goddess, Lupita Nyong’o in the dual role as Helen of Troy and her twin sister, Clytemnestra, Jon Bernthal as the King of Sparta, Zendaya as Athena, and Tom Holland as Telemachus, the son of Penelope and Odysseus – all carried public histories that shaped how audiences approached the film before a single frame played.
It should be noted that this was a genuinely multicultural, multiracial, and multinational cast, and I credit Nolan for that choice. In an industry that has so often defaulted to a narrow, homogenous vision of the ancient world, assembling a cast this diverse was itself a statement of inclusivity worth recognizing.
Still, the casting sparked debate. Some questioned including a Black woman in a story rooted in Greek mythology, arguing the myths belonged to a specific cultural tradition. Others saw an opportunity to broaden who gets to inhabit classical narratives long treated as universal. The debate isn’t new – Hollywood has long cast white actors in roles depicting other cultures without comparable outcry.
As a Black scholar and immigrant woman living in America, these conversations are not abstract academic debates. They shape how I move through the world and how the world responds to me. They touch something deeper: questions of belonging, visibility, and who is allowed at the center of stories we’re told belong to everyone. The film included two Black supporting characters, and their presence mattered – but it raised a question I keep returning to: what’s the difference between being included and being meaningfully represented?
I felt this most watching Lupita Nyong’o. I’ve admired her for years, watched her films, and seen her on Broadway and on podcasts. I expected her presence to be significant. Instead, her roles felt small against the depth of talent she brings to everything she touches. It made me think about the difference between visibility and voice – between appearing in a story and shaping it. Meanwhile, actors like Himesh Patel, who plays Eurylochus, Odysseus’s trusted second-in-command; John Leguizamo, who plays Eumaeus, Odysseus’s loyal swineherd and faithful servant; and Will Yun Lee, who plays one of Odysseus’s shipmates. They moved through the same ancient world with comparatively little controversy. This represents a subtle asymmetry in representation at the intersection of race, gender, and immigrant identity.
The ensemble also included Elliot Page, whose career has evolved alongside broader cultural conversations about gender, sexuality, and who gets to be seen. Each casting choice, controversial or quiet, became part of a larger conversation about whose humanity is reflected in stories that have long shaped Western civilization.
But as a social worker, I found myself watching something beyond the cast. I was watching the audience.
Not since before the pandemic had I seen a theater so full. We chose a Monday night expecting empty seats and found everyone filled. Looking around, I noticed I was one of the few people of color in the room, and among those few, even fewer were Black. I held two realities at once — part of a shared experience, and acutely aware of my difference within it. That duality is familiar to me. As a Black immigrant woman in academia, I’ve spent my life in spaces where I’m present but not always reflected.
Still, watching a story about journeys across oceans, displacement, and the long search for home, I couldn’t help but connect it to the Caribbean and the African diaspora. The longing for home, the struggle to survive, the uncertainty of belonging, the courage to keep going despite forces beyond our control, these are not only Odysseus’s themes. They are the themes of migration, colonialism, and resilience that shape so many of our histories.
I wondered what had drawn so many people out on an ordinary Monday. Maybe we all needed an escape. We’re living through war, displacement, rising costs, housing insecurity, and the fear of losing healthcare, even as extraordinary wealth accumulates among the elite. The contrast is painful, and the collective trauma – pandemic, political division, racial tension, economic inequality – follows us everywhere. For a few hours, the darkened theater, the shared silence, the enormous screen offered something else: a temporary sanctuary.
For me, it was more than that. I was carrying grief, mourning my mother, who had recently died. Loss makes ordinary moments more fragile and more meaningful. In that theater, surrounded by strangers, I was allowed to simply be a person watching a story unfold.
My husband, who would not ordinarily choose a movie night during the week on his own, came with me anyway. Around us sat a cross-section of America: a young couple in shorts, wrapped in blankets they had brought from home, sharing popcorn and soda as though this were part of a familiar tradition. In front of us were several middle-aged couples; behind us, a group of adult friends chatting quietly before the lights dimmed. It struck me that, for many of us, going to the movies is more than entertainment. It is ritual. It is comfort. It is connection. And, on that evening, it was also a quiet refuge from grief.
For three hours, we weren’t only our differences. We were an audience.
Maybe that’s the enduring power of cinema – beyond the spectacle, beyond the stars, beyond the controversies surrounding those who make these films. There’s a human need to gather, to imagine, to experience something together. In a world marked by conflict, oppression, grief, and inequality, The Odyssey offered something simple but profound: a place to escape, a place to reflect, and a reminder that even in a divided world, we remain connected.
(Dr Christiana Best is an Associate Professor at the University of Saint Joseph, Connecticut)
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