Jonathan Liebesman’s Wrath of the Titans suffers from the same issues as its predecessor, the 2010 remake of Clash of the Titans. Namely, it’s a big old perfunctory mess of Greek mythology, stirred and mixed into something that’s nowhere near terrible, yet serves no real purpose. This sequel picks up a few years after Clash, as Perseus (Sam Worthington) has laid down his sword in order to raise his son (John Bell). But this is a movie, after all, and Perseus won’t be allowed to simply lead the quiet life, especially once his father Zeus (Liam Neeson) is crossed by gods Hades (Ralph Fiennes) and Aries (Edgar Ramirez), and is slowly being drained of his powers. Why? So that the titan Cronos can be released from the prison Tartarus, of course. The movie plays pretty fast and loose with the Greek mythology it’s grounded in, but no one’s watching this for an education. No, they’re here to watch Perseus and his ragtag band of heroes fight all types of CGI nasties. Within these admittedly low aims, Wrath succeeds. The film is aided by a cast that’s much classier than something this silly deserves. Liam Neeson, Ralph Fiennes, and Danny Huston do commendable jobs keeping straight faces as they deliver silly dialogue while festooned in hokey-looking fake beards and greasy wigs. Bill Nighy steals the show in a much underused fit of scenery chewing as the loony Hephaestus, while the movie has a nice, understated comic relief role for Toby Kebbell. But what really drags the film down is Worthington, a performer who’s simply too dour a hero to root for. This type of gruff, yet noble action hero — with a touch of daddy issues — has been done to death over the past few years, and Worthington doesn’t have the gravitas to make his Perseus likable.
Director: Jonathan Liebesman
Writer: Dan Mazeau
Cast: Liam Neeson, Ralph Fiennes, Sam Worthington, Bill Nighy, Rosamund Pike, Danny Huston, Toby Kebbell and Édgar Ramírez