Silkier but no less vacuous than 2010's Clash of the Titans, Jonathan Liebesman's age-of-myth spectacle makes all the necessary moves for an action sequel preceded by pure crap — it's louder, faster and bloodier than the O.G., but no more joyful.
Cutting another notch in his "Most Innocuous Leading Man in Hollywood" belt, Sam Worthington returns as Perseus, the demigod son of Zeus (Liam Neeson) whose empathy, heroism and wonderful hair make him the ideal candidate to protect humanity from the oversights of its dumbass deities. Tempted by the promise of guaranteed immortality, Zeus' brother Hades (Ralph Fiennes) and cranky warmonger scion Ares (Édgar Ramírez) imprison the god of thunder in the underworld, intent on sapping his power to free vindictive papa Kronos from imprisonment in Tartarus. Of course THIS IS A HORRIBLE IDEA because Kronos really just wants to vomit lava on everything and have his demonic underlings repeatedly stab human foot soldiers, so it's up to Perseus and his stoner demigod sidekick Agenor (Toby Kebbell) to shut the lid on the Titan for good.
Liebesman (Battle Los Angeles) does well with an augmented budget, upping the visual blow-by-blow considerably to make up for Clash's much-maligned post-production 3-D. But not even some well-timed humor from Kebbell and the requisite cameo from mecha-owl Bubo can endear this emotionally empty entry to admirers of the 1981 campfest that started it all.
