I am a veteran of the opening weekend of The Odyssey.
On July 17, 2026, I stepped into the projection booth of the historic Plaza Theater (the oldest in Atlanta, having opened in 1939), situated behind the screening room where 324 people sat in fervent anticipation to see Christopher Nolan’s next film post-Oppenheimer, an adaptation of a 3,000-year-old Greek epic. The moment the final trailer ended and the lights dimmed, the noisy chatter that typically comes with a sold-out screening died off…only to be replaced by the thunderous sound of a wooden stick banging against a hard floor, and the voice of Travis Scott’s unnamed Greek rhapsode crying out the tale of Odysseus. “A face. A fleet. A war.”
