Some action films promise scale. The Immortal delivers centuries. Director Marcus L. Grant’s ambitious fantasy-thriller takes a single, haunting premise — a man who cannot die — and spins it into an odyssey that races from blood-soaked battlefields to gleaming, neon cityscapes without losing the beating heart beneath the spectacle.

Chris Hemsworth anchors the film as Kaelen, a warrior whose immortality comes not as a blessing, but as an endless weight. The opening sequence sets the tone: a brutal medieval siege rendered in breathtaking, tactile detail, where Kaelen’s body falls again and again, only to rise. The camera lingers not on his victories, but on the dawning horror in his eyes as he realizes the truth — time has no claim over him. Hemsworth plays this with remarkable restraint, layering Kaelen’s physical dominance with a quiet melancholy.

Enter Henry Cavill’s Darius, a conqueror from the same bloodstained past who meets death once… and refuses to accept it. Reborn in the modern age through the same ancient relic that cursed Kaelen, Darius embodies the seductive danger of power without end. Cavill is magnetic here — every word dipped in menace, every movement carrying the weight of a man who believes the world belongs to him.

The story’s brilliance lies in its structure. Rather than confining the rivalry to one time period, the film fractures its timeline. One moment we’re in the roaring streets of 1930s Shanghai, with Kaelen weaving through gangsters and jazz clubs; the next, we’re in the burning sands of a Persian empire, watching the first sparks of their eternal feud. These shifts never feel gimmicky — instead, they deepen the sense that this battle is fated, stretching far beyond any single lifetime.

Action sequences are where The Immortal truly earns its name. Sword fights are filmed with the intimacy of duels, every clang of steel a conversation between warriors. Gun battles in rain-slicked cyberpunk alleys explode with color and kinetic fury. One standout scene — a chase across rooftops in Renaissance Venice — blends parkour-like agility with raw, unrelenting combat, leaving you breathless.

Yet for all its adrenaline, the film never forgets its core question: what does it mean to live forever when everyone else fades away? Through fleeting friendships, lost loves, and the slow erosion of memory, Kaelen becomes a vessel for the audience’s own reckoning with time. His relationship with a 21st-century historian (played by Gugu Mbatha-Raw) offers warmth and wit, but is shadowed by the knowledge that she will age, and he will not.

Visually, cinematographer Takashi Yanagimura crafts a palette that evolves with the centuries — rich golds and blood reds in the ancient world, washed-out industrial grays in the 19th century, and electric blues in the future cityscapes. The effect is like leafing through a living history book, each page bursting with life.

The soundtrack is equally expansive, weaving ancient chants into electronic pulses, allowing the score to morph as effortlessly as Kaelen himself. Composer Alexandre Desplat’s haunting main theme — a slow, rising string motif — becomes a refrain that follows Kaelen through the ages, a reminder of the price he pays.

By the time the final duel arrives — a rain-lashed skyscraper rooftop fight that feels both mythic and intimate — the audience understands that the real battle isn’t between Kaelen and Darius, but between Kaelen and the very idea of eternity. His final choice, whether to destroy the relic or guard it forever, is a gut punch of moral complexity.

The Immortal is a rare blockbuster that marries spectacle with soul. It’s an epic that refuses to be just about who wins the fight — it’s about what the fight costs when the war never ends. In a genre saturated with fleeting thrills, The Immortal lingers like the echo of a heartbeat across centuries.