Wrath Of the Titans
Direction: Jonathan Liebesman
Cast: Worthington, Rosamund Pike
As mythological adventures go, Clash of the Titans, vintage 2010, was a calamity. So why the heck would they make a sequel? To make amends perhaps, and improve upon the $ 500 million raked in at the global box office.
Just in case you're wondering what the protagonist Perseus has been up to since we caught up last, there's good news and there's bad news.
The good news is that the half-human, half-god Greek hero (Worthington, listlessly reprising his role) currently lives a contented life as a fisherman-cum-single parent trying to raise his young son.
The bad news is there's danger on the way. The celestial beings, led by Zeus (Liam Neeson), are losing their powers while the wrathful Titans are intent on wreaking havoc on humanity. It's now up to reluctant demigod to stave off an impending apocalypse.
All the key relationships, including the burgeoning romance with a warrior queen (Pike, so memorable in Barney's Version, barely registers here) are fuzzy at best.
Burdened by banal dialogue the characters, like most other aspects of the film, are nuance-free. A considerable portion of the budget is expended on a caboodle of cheesy creatures such as Cyclops, multi-headed Chimera, flaming deities, not to forget the winged horse, Pegasus.
Director Liebesman (Battle: Los Angeles) bulks up the narrative with bits and pieces from every other big-screen fantasy of the last few years. The action sequences are slickly executed, if not always comprehensible. The obligatory 3D effects add precious little to the viewing experience.
The acting is by and large inconsistent with only Ralph Fiennes as the lord of the underworld and Bill Nighy as the armourer to the gods, having a blast.
A crummy spectacle, Wrath of the Titans is hardly worth all the sound and fury.