I skipped it in the theater, and had actually put off renting it, simply because A) I don't rent as many flicks as I used to and B) it was kind of low down on the priority list. But I wanted to see it, simply because I really like and appreciate the original film (I should say, "have discovered a newfound appreciation for" having re-watched it 2 or 3 times in the last year...for many, many reasons). I had been told it was dumb by my friend Steve-O which , considering some of his cinematic likes is really saying something, but I figured it can't be that bad. I mean, Avatar was no great shakes as "high art," but it was entertaining, especially if one went into it with fairly low expectations (and really, the whole "alien-druid" thing didn't bother me nearly as much as some folks). So maybe I would be pleasantly surprised? Plus, as I (should) have mentioned before, I have been into Greek mythology since I was a very young child, reading about Theseus and Bellerophon and watching Heracles in dubbed English in sunday morning sand & sandal flicks.
ANYway...my wife had found a Blockbuster gift card when she was cleaning out my wallet the other day, so I thought I'd pick it up with that rather than spend money on it.
Wow. This movie is fucking retarded.
Pardon my French, but this film is FUCKING RETARDED. Oh...did I already say that? Sorry, but it deserves to be said more than once.
The acting was fine for a film of this type...Hollywood action...as was the direction, I guess. It was hard to pay to close attention when I was so totally aghast at the "story" spewing forth on the screen.
The original Clash of the Titans film was a mix of many myths, and certainly took liberties with how those myths interrelated with each other. It didn't bend them over and sodomize them, though. It didn't throw history under the bus and piss on its corpse.
I mean, I wasn't looking for a 1-for-1 remake of a liberal pastiche like CotT. And yet, when I watched the film 300 I didn't expect the Spartans to somehow win the Battle of Thermopylae. When I watched the Clive Owen King Arthur film, I didn't expect Arthur to suddenly side-up with the Saxons and rampage over England. And while Kevin Costner's Robin Hood introduced some Moorish character into the mythos, at least the dude wasn't some sort of wooden alien sorcerer. And, of course, Costner doesn't spit in the face of King Richard and tell the people of England to throw off the yoke of feudalism and the monarchy.
But maybe I shouldn't judge too harshly...after all, I didn't actually get through the whole thing. Try as we might, the wife and I both fell asleep sometime before the hero actually got to his confrontation with Medusa.
And I do plan on finishing the film. I mean, sure, it looks like it's headed for complete travesty (with some sort of "to-the-death" showdown with Hades, silly as that it sounds), but...well even if it does end in complete travesty, I'm curious as to just how bad it can get. Because, in watching the first half of the film, at least three or four times I found myself saying, "well, it can't get any stupider than this," just to be proven wrong again and again.
[by the way, folks, sorry I haven't finished the AP report from Thursday...it's been a pretty good weekend and that means a lot of family time. I'll finish it up tomorrow at the latest...]