Movie Review: Wrath of the Titans Is a Missed Opportunity

File this one under Sequels Nobody Wanted. Though the 2010 remake of the 1981 Ray Harryhausen cult item Clash of the Titans was unbearably dull, it apparently managed to scare up enough post-Avatar business (it was the first big 3-D title to open in the James Cameron blockbuster’s wake, and it also starred Sam Worthington) to convince the suits that a follow-up was in order. While it sticks to the basic formula of the earlier film (take random myths, place in Cuisinart, hit "Blend"), Wrath at least has the good sense to try to have a little fun with its mince-myth premise. It’s better than Clash, but it’s still not particularly good.

Putting the complex rivalries and filial backstabbery of the Greek myths into an easy-to-digest framework, Wrath opens with our demigod hero Perseus having renounced his divinity, living as a fisherman and playing doting father to his son Helius. Then his father, Zeus (Liam Neeson), shows up and tells him that with people praying so much less these days, the gods are losing their power. Whatever societal problems this mass lack of faith might imply, there’s a far more immediate threat on the horizon: With the gods weakening, Kronos, the vengeful father Zeus himself deposed and imprisoned eons ago, is about to be unleashed and rain hellfire on the world (or something). Perseus is reluctant to join in the battle, but then Zeus is betrayed by his brother Hades (Ralph Fiennes) and his other son Ares (Édgar Ramirez, looking kind of puffy), and some demons from the underworld almost kill Helius, and soon enough our demigod hero is on his way, with several companions in tow. Read More...


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