Quote: “Gods take. Heroes carry.”

 Plot: Years after freeing Thrace, a blood‑red eclipse awakens Nemesis—retribution made flesh—and a fanatical host marches to chain the world in “just” order. Hercules, scarred and in self‑exile, shoulders a thirteenth labor: stop a god without becoming one. Trailer flashes: a cliffside chariot chase above storming seas; a hydra’s fossil skeleton reanimated by lightning; a mirror‑shield tunnel where every strike blinds a giant; a chain‑bridge snapping over a gorge as Hercules hauls it back with his bare hands; and a temple duel under rain, bronze statues turning their faces to watch. Stinger: the Nemean lion pelt ignites—he’s going to war.

 Review: Sun‑forged palette, drum‑and‑lyre thunder, and bone‑heavy practical stuntwork sell myth with grit. Johnson mixes weathered mercy with mountain‑moving power; the cuts read clean, the punches land, and the scale feels earned. If the feature holds this bruised, operatic charge, sword‑and‑sandal roars again