After the musical "Cats," T.S. Eliot became (via royalties gained by his estate) the richest poet in history.
It's ironic and entirely right that Eliot's future literary legacy will be based on his "Old Possum's Book of Practical Cats" rather than on "The Wasteland" with its tongue-in-cheek endnotes.
The amusing ultra-trashing of the new movie will draw crowds to see it just to enjoy how bad it is.
Perfect.
Homer never got a dime for "The Iliad."