"Wrath of the Titans" stands tall in the pantheon of schlock—it’s schlock with brio, the best kind. And if I were a contemporary lad with no memory of Ray Harryhousen’s stop-motion Sinbads and Argonauts of 50 years ago, I think I might be pretty tickled by this clamorous CGI myth-fest.
You might wonder at first why anyone would feel it necessary to mount a sequel to the 2010 "Clash of the Titans"—itself a remake of the 1981 original—until you checked the box-office stats: "Clash," universally reviled for its dark, junky 3D conversion and general silliness, pulled in nearly half a billion dollars worldwide. Thus, inevitably, this.
Sam Worthington is back, a little less slab-like this time, as Perseus, the half-human son of mighty Zeus (Liam Neeson) and nephew of Zeus’ estranged brother Hades (Ralph Fiennes), god of the Underworld. As you’ll recall…well, no you won’t, let’s skip that. Perseus has renounced his godly heritage and is now living the simple life of a Greek fisherman. One day, after a long absence, Zeus turns up in his village, trying to make nice. “You just passin’ through?” Perseus actually asks. Not exactly.
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