I am travelling in Americaland for the next week, so my last-minute panic posting to get something blogged before the end of the month will be shorter than usual.
I write this post from the depths of New Jersey. Well, not really the depths, since a 5 minute drive puts me within sight of New York, but from what I understand of American culture, it is generally acceptable to consider any part of New Jersey as its depths.
I will be attending a wedding in Washington DC over the weekend, which should be fun. However, it won’t leave me a lot of free time, so I figured I should let my faithful readers—no doubt waiting with bated breath as the end of the month neared—know that I was alive and well.
That said, on the plane I did manage to watch…
Wrath of the Titans
This was the sequel to the recent Clash of the Titans and, though it may just be the sleep deprivation talking, I think it was better. It certainly helped that I saw it on a tiny airplane screen and thus wasn’t subjected to terrible afterthought 3D. It didn’t have much of a plot, but still felt more focussed, and the smaller main cast was a boon—no need to beat us over the head with terrible comic relief when you can just bring along some nameless soldiers to be killed in the mayhem.
The contrived plot really only seemed to exist to propel Perseus and his companions from action set-piece to action set-piece. While some of the sequences were a bit confusing to follow, they were nicely intense and epic overall. Perhaps that’s why I liked this one while sleep-deprived; after all, it’s just a series of battle sequences against cool and/or giant monsters. And as anyone who knows me can tell, that’s all I really need to be satisfied.