I watched Christopher Nolan’s The Odyssey, but for three hours I was transported somewhere much older than Brooklyn. That is the strange privilege of watching Homer as a Greek living abroad. Watching the film, I often felt I was seeing an imagined Greece rather than the one that existed – and still exists. Furthermore, Homer’s Odyssey is, above all, a story about the gruelling journey home rather than the glory of war. The passionate arguments the film has provoked suggest that The Odyssey was never meant to end discussion, but to begin it.