To a no-longer-in-single-figures-Shining-Love-Pig, Clash of the Titans suffers mostly from a marriage of the very very good, and the truly terrible. Our hero and leading lady are but wooden mannequins to the stop motion wizardry of Ray Harryhausen, and Laurence Olivier, as one would expect, is quite possibly the best Zeus in cinematic history, but he just doesn't appear enough. Still, that's Gods for you. A remake is apparently in the works, but I don't think I'll be hunting it down.
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