Thor, the arrogant and unworthy son of the Asgardian King is exiled to Earth, giving his troubled brother, Loki, a chance at the throne.
Thor is two movies: A bold, beautiful, epic fantasy of gods and monsters, and a small scale relationship/self-improvement flick. One of these works. Everything in Asgard is bright and huge and fun. It’s an opera and it is nearly flawless. On Earth, well, it’s a mess. The real problem is timing. Thor needs years and many trials to transform from a brave fool to a true hero. His relationship with Jane Foster requires weeks at the very least. It all happens in days.
“Hi, I’m Jane Foster, I love you.”
“Hi, I’m Thor, I love you too, and I think I’ve just reevaluated my entire life. Yup.”
Hemsworth and Portman have zero chemistry, but then the script never gives them a chance. Watch Thor by pausing the movie mid-way through the Earth section, go out for dinner, and pretend that while you’re away, the movie is still going on filling in all the missing material, come back and hit play, and you’re good to go.