The western man’s burden is himself. Having watched the Clash of the Titans I have come to conclude that zero imagination is better than poverty of imagination. If Bollywood can be accused of being masala or formula this one was a hotchpotch of all those archetypes that are of the western man. He, especially the Anglo Saxon stock put to use all inventions to subjugate others. His monolithic view fills his mind with imagined enemies too big for him to handle and therefore he builds defences all the time.
Consider the various scenes evocative of the Greek, the Roman, the exodus, the medieval witches and shapeless monsters, gods and demigods, god who demands unconditional obedience, hideous monsters all put into precipitous dim, cavernous, mad max model of landscape plus monstrous water and land animals out of proportion all against the reluctant protagonist who finally comes around to taking up his mission at the goading of many others and ends up fighting what appears to be his own inner fears in postures defying gravity and any semblance of reality at all. In comes a Pegasus from nowhere. Friend or foe he makes noises and has no role except transportation of the hero. There is not even passion which otherwise movies from the US are famous for.
I am reminded of the twilight of the American Empire. Only this time the gladiators and lions are not spectator worthy, and no less due to the repetitive treatment. Why could not they make movies at least to slow down and enjoy the 3D images!
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