Next time you look at a disabled person and think we might be lazy or slow, stop and consider the unpaid labour in the background that we have to complete to survive.

As in his previous films, Nolan is interested in the discontinuities of space and time, in magic, tricks, craft, technology, rivalry, substitution, masks, miscommunication, what we remember and what we choose to forget. Yet again, survival is portrayed as a kind of triumph. Yet again, there are long, claustrophobic scenes of drowning and near-drowning, and technically impressive episodes in which buildings are engulfed in flames and vehicles explode. Yet again, we watch a male character's desperate quest to recover and/or avenge a female love object. I had hoped that Nolan's affinity with these Homeric themes might push him to new creative heights, and enable him to conjure more believable characters. But The Odyssey features his usual combination of grandiosity and superficiality. Without a tub of wax for my ears – which Himesh Patel's ever anxious Eurylochus, Odysseus's doomed right-hand man, uses to sail safely past the Sirens – I was exposed to the full din of thumping sticks, staffs, swords and clashing armour, thunderbolts, crashing waves, grunts, screams, toppling palaces and burning temples. But unlike Matt Damon, the wax-free Odysseus who is tied to the mast as he is conveyed past the Sirens (naked ladies reclining on some uncomfortable-looking rocks), I gazed at the shipwrecks and bloodbaths without any agony of emotion. My eyes stayed dry, even for Argos the dog – whose adorableness as a puppy is predictably amped up to suit our animal-loving times. If only the human characters had been treated with such serious attention.

Je n'ai jamais su comment agir politiquement. Ni quoi faire, ni avec qui. C'est un problème banal : quand on veut tout changer, par où commencer ? Quel moyen d'action choisir, qui serait utile tout en respectant les contraintes personnelles du moment ?
Heureusement, il y a eu des mouvements sociaux. Se mobiliser pour un objectif clair, être dans une foule qui avance ensemble, discuter et chanter avec des inconnus, y croire le temps de la manif : mon engagement politique, ça a surtout été ça. Je me suis senti à ma place parmi les Gilets Jaunes, pendant un temps. Mais la dernière fois que j'ai participé à un mouvement social qui s'est terminé par une victoire, c'était en 2006, contre le CPE[1]. Ça fait du bien de se rappeler qu'on n'est pas seul.e, d'être des milliers ensemble dans la rue, mais ces derniers temps on n'a pas obtenu beaucoup de résultats. Et la question demeure : que faire entre deux crises sociales ?