Few things give me more joy than Anthony Lane reviewing an overwrought Hollywood blockbuster like, say, Clash of the Titans:
As a man, Perseus can march up hills and down into the mouth of hell with warrior friends like Draco (Mads Mikkelsen), who teaches him swordsmanship—“Stay focussed,” he says, in a phrase that scholars have long sought, yet never found, in the pages of the Iliad. Where is the fun, by contrast, in the lives of those who dwell on Mt. Olympus? They stand around on individual floating platforms like bored, middle-aged sunseekers waiting to do pool aerobics. Danny Huston, in the role of Poseidon, gets about a line and a half of dialogue and then drops out of the movie, while Neeson, as team leader, comes wrapped in so much aluminum foil that, if I were an attendant mortal, I wouldn’t quite know whether to worship him or take him out every hour and baste him.
More delight to be found, here.