I saw Troy today.
Brad Pitt was great.
He was so unappealing and arrogant (except for the last minutes when he tried to "rescue" that girl, I pitied him a bit then), it was terrific. Paris also was awesomely whiney and stupid. I spent 2.5 hours enjoying a) loathing Achilles and b) blaming Paris.
But I liked Hector, he's prudent and brave and all that, you know. Poor guy.
There are a lot or at least some versions of the Trojan war. The first one was the Illiad (I hope it's Illiad in English, I know it as Illias) written by Homer around... 800 BC, I suppose. The war takes place in the 13th or 12th century BC. There are some mistakes in Homer's version, too, about Sparta and the weapons and so on.
Virgil wrote another version, and there we find the wooden horse. Homer didn't even mention it.
Then there are some other versions of later centuries (but all rather nonrelevant), for example describing Petraklos-or-whatever-he's-called as Achilles's lover, but that was a normal thing in Greek times (at least if it was a relationship between a boy and an older man).
After all, it's not proved that there existed a city called Troy or that the Trojan war did happen at all.
I think they wanted to make the film as realistic as possible (look-that's-how-it-could-have-been), that's why the gods and goddesses are left out. I suppose it's better that way, better than some tacky scenes with blurred figures and echoing voices. Would have been nice to see some
decent gods, though.