Wrath Of The Titans Review

Like father, like son.

Ten years have passed since Perseus slayed the Kraken but, instead of taking up his father Zeus’ offer to join him on Mount Olympus, his half human, half deity progeny decided to make a life for himself on earth as a simple fisherman.

With his wife Io having long since passed away, Perseus has brought up their son Helius on his own as best he could. But it’s his own father Zeus who’s having problems with his paterfamilias Kronos.

Having imprisoned him in the walls of the underworld dungeon of Tartarus with the help of his brothers Hades and Poseidon, the titan Kronos grows strong again as the gods become weak.

Reliant upon humans and their prayers for their powers and immortality, Zeus and his brethren have grown weak since humans stopped worshipping them.

It seems gods, much like performers, need their audience a whole lot more than their audience needs them.

So Zeus plans to bring the family back together again to drive Kronos back from whence he came before he can wreak a terrible vengeance on them and the earth.

Of course, as with most human get togethers, a fight breaks out amongst the gods when it turns out things aren’t quite as they seem.

Wrath Of The Titans is the big budget sequel to 2010’s reboot of the classic film, which I confess I never managed to watch.

I mean I tried, but I just couldn’t engage with the strangely banal script of Clash Of The Titans.

So I was hoping Wrath Of The Titans fell far from the tree of its cinematic father.

And, to an extent, it has.

Obviously, seeing it in 3D on the biggest screen known to man never hurts with an effects driven blockbuster such as this.

And the action scenes are suitably mind blowing, even though you feel slightly fatigued by these after a while.

After all, there’s only so many mythical demons you can watch unleashing havoc upon mankind and the BFI Imax before becoming desensitised by this.

Especially as half the time it’s difficult to tell just what in Hades has happened.

As is the wont of modern special effects.

What Wrath Of The Titans does well is recognise the inherent silliness of its premise, choosing not to bore you with much of a back story before plunging right into the action.

Besides, as a sequel and with a canon of Greek mythology behind it, there’s no real need for this.

Sam Worthington reprises his role as Perseus, showing how much better an actor he is when he doesn’t have to, you know, act and can instead just run about fighting stuff.

Liam Neeson takes up the mantle of Zeus once more, whilst Ralph Fiennes plays another big screen villain by reprising his role as Hades.

The dialogue isn’t all that clever, especially when gods preach about the end of the world should Kronos ever be released. I mean try it, it’s impossible not to sound ridiculous when this is the basic premise of your conversation.

But if you’re looking for a big, action filled distraction that mercifully clocks in well under the usual two and a half hours for these kind of affairs, it’d be difficult to find a better example than Wrath Of The Titans.

And proves that for all we may inherit from our fathers, every son gets to choose their own destiny.

Jonathan Campbell

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March 2012