“Perseus, you are not only part-man and part-god… but you are also an almighty douchebag”
Zeus himself would be rolling in his monotheistic-crafted grave at this clumsily polished Hollywood remake fronted by the blockbuster-killing Sam Worthington who recently contributed to ruining Avatar. He plays almost the same roll: a quiet-spoken, over-privaledged, uncharismatic “hero”. This time he is the bastard son of Zeus and wields it like the self-consious nuevo-rich annoyance. I don’t completely blame the actor himself, but rather the powers that choose to wield his abilities in this fashion and the fact that he is now a Schrödinger’s cat for action-packed [soulless] blockbusters. Unlikeable, unbelievable, shallow and block-headed. It is a real shame as the supporting cast were really good with the exception of Zeus and the rest of the Gods looking a bit like characters from the dated Mortal Kombat movie.
“Zeus” is immediately apparent as miscast, he just looks wrong. Coupled with the stupid blooming, ill-fitted costumes makes the gods very un-godly.
This movie comes complete with lines of script to crush any nuance or hint of subtext. Surely if people don’t know what putting coins on a dead person’s closed eyes means, they can appreciate it as a ritual without having the point driven home by an obtuse line of dialogue.
Lacking in brutality and very weak in treatment of its subject matter, your enjoyment comes down to the props. The Kraken is as awesome as you hoped but the scene doesn’t last long, nor does the Kraken do much besides taking a very long time to stand up. I am unsure about the d’jins; the desert scorpian-riders seem to belong to a different mythos.
If anyone compares this movie to the line of epic quasi-historic movies like Last of the Mohicans, Braveheart, Gladiator and Troy, dismiss it as marketecture, this movie is not in the same league nor possesses the same depth or emotional content.
