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Wrath of the Titans: Bland Action Sequel
Hades (Fiennes) and Ares (Ramirez) have conspired to kidnap Zeus (Neeson) and use his power to break Kronos, king of the titans and father of Hades, Zeus and Poseidon (Huston), out of Tartarus, where his three sons had imprisoned him after they overthrew him. Only Perseus (Worthington), Zeus’ demigod son, can avert this calamity and save the world. Accompanied by Queen Andromeda (Pike) and Poseidon’s demigod son Agenor (Kebbell), the trio try to find a way to free Zeus from the underworld so he can help them in the fight against Kronos.
The film’s plot fulfils only one purpose: to connect the various fights and battle scenes together. Seriously, don’t question anything or you’ll uncover a ton of gaping plot holes. And while these fights are initially pretty cool, after Perseus has fought a chimera, Cyclops and a Minotaur, you start to get kind of bored and then there are still battles with Hades and Ares and Kronos to sit through. And while the fights /mythical creatures look good, there’s nothing particularly exceptional about them that’ll hold your attention for the entire film.
The film looks blandly pretty in a sand-strewn kind of way. Everything looks good but nothing stands out or grabs your attention. These swords and sandals flicks are a dime a dozen and after last year’s Immortals, the bar has been raised tremendously on eye popping visuals. Unoriginality seems to be a common thread here because the 3D is absolutely wasted. It’s mainly used only to chuck a bunch of rocks at the audience. There are some scenes that are pretty eye popping though. Perseus, Andromeda and Agenor trying to navigate their way through a labyrinth to get to Kronos comes to mind. The labyrinth’s walls shift, tilt and rearrange themselves while the trio try to get through it before they’re squeezed to a bloody pulp or tossed off the edge.
The most surprising thing about the film is how it’s filled with heavyweight actors who are barely recognisable. Both Fiennes and Nighy were unrecognisable under their costumes and wigs. But the problem wasn’t just in their appearance. These two actors who are usually pretty electric just weren’t even trying. And it wasn’t just them either. Worthington continues his quest to blend into the background of every film he’s in and Neeson sleepwalks through his dignified, wise man shtick.
Wrath of the Titans can be summed up in three words: beige, bland, and forgettable.
Adapted from John Green’s 2012 bestselling novel of the same name, The Fault in our Stars - a formulaic but engagingly honest story of star-crossed lovers brought together by a mutual pain - will sadden, enrich and perhaps even comfort, many of those who come across its path.
The story is centred on the sixteen year-old Hazel Grace Lancaster (Woodley); a girl who has been battling with terminal thyroid cancer since the age of thirteen. After being one of the few to respond to an experimental drug treatment, her condition is now stable, though the side effects have weakened her lungs and she is now constantly attached to a portable oxygen tank.
Hazel has pretty much accepted the fact that her days are numbered but her parents, Frannie (Dern) and Michael (Trammell), are increasingly concerned for her emotional well-being and urge her to join a cancer support group for young cancer patients like herself; not wanting to stress her parents any further, Hazel soon agrees to go.
It’s there that she first meets Augustus Waters (Elgort); an optimistic osteosarcoma survivor who lost part of his leg due to the illness. He is now living cancer-free and only comes to the meetings to support his best-bud, Isaac (Wolff). Instantly intrigued by each other, Hazel and Augustus strike up a flirty friendship but Hazel - someone who views herself as a grenade and is set on protecting those around her from the blast when that day eventually comes - is reluctant to let Augustus in. But as their relationship slowly begins to inch towards romance, she soon sees that she really doesn’t have much say in the matter.
Woodley is absolutely enigmatic as the story’s cancer-stricken heroine and ends up infusing a great amount of likeability and authenticity into the role of a young girl asked to face her destiny much too soon, while Elgort shines as the witty and the incredibly charming young man who refuses to let the cruelty of life dampen his spirits.
The Fault in Our Stars is only the second feature-film for director Josh Boone – see 2012’s Stuck in Love - however, he executes the tricky adaptation like a veteran. Scripted by Scott Neustadter and Michael H. Webert, the gravity of the material is handled wonderfully and there is a heavy dose of sincerity, humour and most important of all, heart, injected into the story’s sombre themes.
On the downside, its teenage-romance premise does get a little too cutesy in parts and the subplot, which involves a trip to Amsterdam, feels a little underdeveloped. Nevertheless, it’s the easy chemistry between its protagonists and its earnest approach makes The Fault in Our Stars a success and an ultimate real tear-jerker that won’t leave a dry eye in the house.
One of the main reasons why 21 Jump Street – the 2012 reboot of the celebrated 80's TV-cop show - was such a huge box-office success was that it never took itself seriously. The sequel - perhaps one of the most anticipated comedies of the year - is smart enough to expand its comedic walking grounds and retain the same self-mocking attitude in the hilarious and entertaining, 22 Jump Street.
Directed by Phil Lord and Christopher Miller, 22 Jump Street starts off with a 'previously on' recap of the first film – a little homage to its TV roots - which finds partners, Jenko (Tatum) and Schmidt (Hill), successfully bringing down a high-school drug dealing ring.
After failing to arrest one of the most wanted criminals in the country, the duo is once again pulled back into Jump Street; the separately-financed program, run by the no-nonsense Captain Dickson (Cube). This time, however, their playground has been swapped from high school to college, where the unlikely duo must track down and put a stop to the spread of ‘WhyPhy’; a dangerous hallucinogenic that has already claimed the life of one student.
In order to fit in, the partners decide to enrol themselves in various classes and activities with Jenko going off to join the football team – and immediately bonding with the campus jock, Zook (Russell) - while Schmidt goes on to fall for art-major, Maya (Stevens). However, their relationship – and what they thought was an unbreakable bromance – is soon put to the test and if they are ever to locate the dealer and close the case, they must first find a way back to one another.
Calling 22 Jump Street a sequel is a little far-fetched as the only thing that has changed is the address. Everything else is pretty much the same. This rather clever angle, to an already established premise, is refreshing, as are the jokes and the ongoing gags that tend to mock its very own “bigger budget, bigger spectacle” premise.
One of the best things about 22 Jump Street is the onscreen pairing of Tatum and Hill, whose incredible charisma and easy chemistry. Hill, who was the shining star of the first film, seems to have taken a back seat this time around and even though his passive-aggressive attitude – and the downright hilarious ‘walk of shame’ scene – is an endless source of laughs, it’s Tatum who takes centre stage.
Funny and light, 22 Jump Street is far from perfect, but it is fresh, and most important of all, it makes you laugh.