Bloody Hades!

The gods are truly dead. Why else would we be punished with a sequel to the Olympian hi-jinks and super FX of Louis Leterrier's Clash of the Titans with this limp, plodding afterthought?

Wrath of the titans
Reliance Home Video/Warner Brothers, Rs. 599
Rating: *

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The gods are truly dead. Why else would we be punished with a sequel to the Olympian hi-jinks and super FX of Louis Leterrier's Clash of the Titans with this limp, plodding afterthought? Much of the blame for this 95-minute trip to a cinematic hell must go to director Jonathan Liebesman for making a hash of a Greek mythological hero's exploits. I say much and not all because Sam Worthington as son of Zeus Perseus is half-bad and half-atrocious and has a screen presence that is as invisible as sunlight in Hades.

Here's the quick blurb, which frankly sounds more entertaining than the film itself: Ten years after he vanquished the Kraken and other assorted nasty monsters, Perseus is living the quiet life of a fisherman. All's well until his dad Zeus (Liam Neeson must have needed the money to be in this film) drops by asking for his help to put a lid on his dad, Kronos. It turns out that Zeus has been double-crossed by his brother Hades (Ralph Fiennes must have really needed the money). He is delivered as a prisoner to Kronos, whose plan is to suck out all of Zeus's powers - it's more like a file transfer in the movie - and then wreak titanic chaos upon the world of humans, in the process killing the gods forever.