If youre after an archetypal image of Pitt flexing his iron and looking all beefcake then cast your eyes over the enjoyably idiotic cack that is Troy. Put simply, hes God-like: 6 foot plus of unadulterated brawn, glistening under the Greek sun; pouting, preening and talking with a half-baked British inflection in his accent which actually makes him sound like a bit of a pillock. Nevertheless, he spends a good chunk of the movie with barely any clobber on and with tongue firmly in cheek hes mindlessly enjoyable to watch when he does attempt to act. Hes basically a chiselled harbinger of death and as a human specimen he is, for want of a better word, awesome.This is never more obvious than the scene in which he and Eric Banana fight with big shiny swords. Aside from a few moments where they stand and trade homoerotic glares and pithily redundant phrases (there are no pacts between lions and men), they go balls-out and manically attack each other in what is a remarkably well-choreographed fight scene. Brad, of course, emerges victorious and ends up wheeling away in his little chariot looking all moody and smouldering.