'Wrath of the Titans'

the sequel no one was clamoring for. "Avatar" heartthrob Sam Worthington returned to his sweaty loincloth as Perseus, the son of Zeus (Liam Neeson). He's set on some asinine quest, the details of which have become foggy in the sixth months since we had to suffer through this half-hearted monster mash. Here, he battles a bunch of unimaginatively designed creatures (one spits lava or something), and eventually his father teams up with his mortal enemy Hades (Ralph Fiennes) so they can kick the ass of the evil Titans, who look like giant rock men. It's all terribly dull, even more so thanks to the noxious combination of handheld camerawork and post-converted 3D, which gives the entire movie a muddy, foggy look, like it was shot through a tall glass of swamp water. The worst part of "Wrath of Titans," though, might be its success -- it made enough money overseas to probably warrant another film. Ye gods!